Christmas came and went with great food and familiar sweets.
What I often notice though, is that the anticipation of what’s coming is stronger than the actual experience when you’re there at the table.
Memories of the likes of the ones that aren’t with us anymore. Talk about what we used to eat. How it used to be and stories about the past.
And then you get there and some of those memories clouds the actual experience of it all.
How often don’t we do that! Not just with food, of course, but if you think about those things you long for, that might not be that great for you. When you actually put them in your mouth, does that “now” live up to the thoughts you’ve had about the actual eating?
Imagine if we, or maybe it’s just me, could live more in the presence of our eating. Planning but not longing. But maybe that would just make for a less exciting time. Who knows?
Dropped out of the gym for quite a while and slowly getting back into it, I am struck by how this kind of working out is a part of being me.
Having exercised in one way or another, pretty much my whole life, that makes sense, but I had gotten to a point where I didn’t seem to find either time or energy for it anymore.
Being back there though, I could feel the familiar awakening of my physical self, that is such a sense of satisfaction and pure joy.
Aging your body changes no matter what you do, but not working out, I realize and can so clearly see, that it still does great things for your body, not to mention your mind and your spirit, or at least mine.