chock full o’fruit & veggie goodnessThe day after Halloween I was obsessing about my MOVE & pacing in front of the ON! SALE candy standing in a long grocery line when I spied a tweet.
(I deliberately pick the long lines so as to snag me some mid-day social media time)
@greatist doing no processed food all month. wish me luck! #imagreatist
— Derek Flanzraich (@thederek) November 1, 2012
I really like Derek & Greatist.
He melds the super-smart and the irreverently funny in the way I only aspire to—so I immediately tweeted back words of encouragement.
I used voice dictation however & instead of tweeting YOUVE GOT THIS—my iPhone conspired against me & informed him IVE GOT THIS.
Derek’s response?
@mizfitonline @greatist
joining me?
— Derek Flanzraich (@thederek) November 2, 2012
In that moment I glanced down at my red plastic shopping basket & decided: YES. I. AM.
Methinks this is NOT found in nature…Ive rambled before all about how Im an intuitive eater. A mindful eater.
A woman who grazes all day and snacks all night.
Im SALT not SUGAR and Im finally 100% content the way I am.
Except for right now.
Im stressed. Im leaving my home of 12 years about seven months BEFORE Id thought I was moving.
Ive little time for goodbyes and know it will be a muddle of work-pack-mothering-work-pack-mothering-work-pack-mothering for the next 6 weeks (at which point Ill happily shift to work-UNPACK-mothering-work-UNPACK-mothering).
The last time I had this schedule I was packing up to move to Guatemala and let’s just say I ate intuitively—but I intuitively reached for far more sugar and junk.
The result was I arrived to the Land of Eternal Spring EXHAUSTED and already running on fumes. (not so much a good plan when you’re a new mom, a first time mom, solo and dont speak the language.)
As soon as I spied Derek’s response to me I knew there were no accidents.
I was in.
I knew this was what I needed.
I swapped out my processed crap (Im human, People. I may not be hitting McD’s drive thru but it isnt all KALE and BROCCOLI up in herre). I was ready to go.
AFTER I CLARIFIED ONE THING: could I still consume my beloved ostrich jerky?
I say yep.
I was in. Committed. Yet as a woman whos renown for being SOFT CORE and not doing challenges I invariably had to tweak the proposition.
Im committing to no-processed junk until Im happily residing in the Bay Area (<—-see? I got it. Im a local already!) and unpacked.
Im setting myself up for success (Im so good to me) with the inclusion of my jerky—but otherwise Im striving to be 99% wrapper-free until Im a Northern California resident.
All in the name of voice-dictation error and knowing (deep in my forty three & a half year old needs more planking core) this will provide me the energy I need to make a smooth transition for the Tornado & me.
Whatcha think?
Wanna JOIN ME?
