How I Ruined a Day of True Thanksgiving – Almost
I was in the mood – thankful for my health, my family and friends, my bountiful life, my time in history. There we were, 34 of my immediate family members at my brother, Mike's beautiful home – missing some members of the family, but reveling in the ones that were present today. Really, I was grateful for my life as IT IS.
And then we joined our hands, bowed our heads, and my brother, Mike, said a blessing that welcomed Chase Austin into our family, that blessed our food and all who cooked it and all who were about to eat it. It was a great prayer.
And then I went nuts – unconscious. I ate and ate and ate some more. It wasn't hungry for the food. I was enjoying my sister Patsy helping Hayleigh and her cousin Kayla make thanksgiving turkeys out of oreos, malt balls and candy corn. I was laughing as Mike's dogs climbed out of the swimming pool and shook the water off their coats, spraying all the kids in the process. I was trying to worm a wish list out of my nephew Ryan, whose name I have drawn for Christmas. I oohed and awwwed over my niece Amanda's pictures of her wedding dress and veil – happening this coming summer. And on it went – dozens of conversations – catching up – looking forward – touching in. Eating all the time.
It's almost as if I couldn't be there without eating. While the food was delicious, I was totally on automatic regarding what I was throwing into my system. As I drove away, my stomach actually hurt. The thought that crossed my mind was, "I could just Think about throwing up, and it would happen." I was that miserable. I was having a "food hang-over."
Sometimes I think the reactive part of my mind can't stand my being happy. It just has to throw a monkey wrench into the midst of my contentment. However, I am, as of this moment, recommitting to the care and nurturing of my body. It is the temple wherein my spirit resides. I want to be and will be conscious about its maintenance. I've been lax about it lately, and now I have this reminder from today to get me back on course. Ah, life is good.
Ann,
Thank you for the share. So genuine, so human.
I described Thanksgiving to one of my friends as the day to celebrate our unconsciousness.
As I prepared the meals for the family I blessed each dish and visualized conscious eating. I worked for the most part – until the pie. MMMMM pie.
Along with our standard feast, I made 3 raw dishes that were great – yams, cranberry sauce, Thanksgiving loaf.
Miss you much!
Talk soon, T
Thanks for this post. I have been thinking “My Body – my Temple” would make a great Focus Course. So many things tied up with food: sense of self, body image, relationships with parents, spirituality, joyfully, gratefully embracing life, discipline…As I work on this it has been the font of incredible learnings…and continues to be. In this Focus Course I envisage a “Big Feast Life Game”, perhaps in a kitchen, where I get to play out my “furtive 5 year old stealing food from the cupboard” drama…