It’s a good thing I am eating regularly. I’ve been doing a lot of physical and emotional healing over the past few months and it can be fucking exhausting. I had not realized how little I was eating before. Or how totally spent I was. I am increasingly stunned by how little I was caring for myself. So many symptoms over looked. Feelings suppressed. neglected, shrugged off, And of course, projected. Truly sorry (whoever needs to hear that apology). I operated in the red on so many levels for years. Decades even. Sitting down with a warm meal at the start of every day, with myself gives me a moment to feel what’s happening in my life, in my body and in my mind. Good or bad. To give it all some space to exist and be acknowledged. This feels good. To eat before my blood sugar tanks. To let it be okay if I feel tired or blue or get the mean reds. To arrive for myself before it’s time to send up a flare. I am creating more room for feeling pretty fucking alright. It’s been said that how you do one thing is how you do anything.. I am feeling that.

Day 60: Sautéed greens, roasted beets, avocado, tahini + egg, spicy micro greens and Trader Joe’s everything but the bagel seasoning. Berries on the side (those blackberries were dope).