I have struggled my whole life with stress eating. When I was 21, at the apex of my misery emotionally and mentally, I was also 380 lbs. Today I'm 190, because I've found ways to be overall consistent, but there are days where the habit energy drags me back down. Sometimes it's a couple of days in a row.
When I'm injured, it's the hardest. I get a lot out of my runs.
Everyone struggles, and that's all the more reason to be compassionate and excellent to one another.
Onward, toward the dawn!
One of the things I'm doing by sharing these things is to show that I'm not perfect
Influencer culture truly bothers me. Carefully cultivated images of perfect lives and habits that I think honestly hurts a lot of people because they can't live up to that kind of image
I'm a long distance runner and hiker. 95% of the time or more, I'm on the bounce and on the plan, but I have moments of weakness, fallibility and failure.
Every moment is a chance to start again. You only truly fail if you quit
Today has been a mixed bag. I've continued to not do well with my eating plan, but I made some good progress in First Tier Sorcery making up for what I lost with the crash yesterday.
Instead of falling into judgement and recrimination, I'm trying to pull back and process why I'm making the choices I did, so I can make better ones tomorrow.
Routine disruption tends to have a ripple effect for the rest of my disciplines. It's interesting how its kinda like a jenga tower.
I hit a bit of a setback. My Mac crashed yesterday, and I didn't think anything of it, but all the work I did on my story vanished, so I'm going back over what I covered yesterday.
The good news is that I'm getting reacquainted with the story which should have me in a good position to push the full narrative forward when I finish my review.
Now if only I could stop nibbling on the pretzels.
@Idrake Hello groovy soul. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for joining me on the journey!
Good morning groovy souls!
My eating was bad yesterday and I was hoping to make up for it today with a solid morning run...
Then I took my HRV reading, and it wasn't great. As is my habit with these things, I cleared that reading, waiting a few minutes and took it again.
That one was the worst one I've ever recorded, so there's something up with my symptom.
I'm wondering if the hunger yesterday and the reading may be connected, so I'm resting today.
Suddenly it all clicked what he meant. A moment lost, is a moment lost, it's a lifetime lost, but that moment, inevitably gives way to the next moment.
And with each new moment, you have a new opportunity to practice and be that much better than the moment before.
Every moment we die, every moment we rise again, and this is a microcosm for existence writ large. We are finite beings on an infinite path of discovery and renewal.
Onward, toward the dawn!
I had a realization about the practice as I was journaling just now. One of the terms I've come across in my studies that I find incredibly harsh is the phrase "monastic suicide"
When you violate a precept, or your discipline, that is what this old buddhist monk, Master Guishan, called it
I was thinking on impermanence, and how all we really have is this moment, and then I realized, that each moment is a brand new moment, its a new life time, daisy chained back and forth towards eternity.
Good night groovy souls.
It's been a good day, but I fell off the diet wagon really hard, and hit the snacks with all the hunger of a forgotten God.
These days happen, especially when I'm destressing. It's a lot of old habit energy. Once the tension is off, and I get a moment to breathe, it's one of the ways I process.
Understanding this, helps me face it mindfully which means my ultimate trajectory is towards improvement.
@Annothername Thank you groovy soul ^_^
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