Tonight my sweetie and I are going to an internationally renowned
French restaurant, right here in Hong Kong, in fact right in the
village-on-the-sea that we live in. The
parents of my last year’s class were generous enough to give us a gift
certificate for an eight course gastronomical feast. I am so excited! Obviously I intend to eat to the gills and
fully enjoy every moment.
Interestingly, a common pattern has emerged on this the
morning of the dinner. When I got to
school this morning, I found a can of spray cheez (and I write cheez
intentionally because one couldn’t honestly assess this as cheese) someone had
gifted me along with a packet of crackers that were tucked away in the depths
of my classroom.
Yogurt along with twigs and branches (read: an exceptionally
fibrous breakfast cereal) is my usual breakfast that I eat while preparing for
the day at my desk. Today, I opted for
generous sprays of cheez onto my slabs of cracker, having a lot of fun making
some special designs while I was at it.
I was so distracted by the cheez I neglected to get my day’s schedule on
the board. I can’t help but notice,
since it is sitting here beside me on the desk at this very moment, that
the can says, “No need to refrigerate!” (Exclamation mark theirs, not mine.) Voila!
I can shove it in my desk drawer along with tape and markers and allergy
medication and have it for years to come!
The point of my cheez story is twofold:
1 I aspire
to eat more whole food. I eat a whole
lot of fruit and veggies, but having grown up on a farm where everything we ate
was whole and delicious and straight from the source, I have a soft spot for
heavily processed food in a can. It
comforts me and makes me feel a bit naughty because it represents all the
things I wasn’t allowed to have as a child.
Of course, I adore fresh veggies and grains
and fruit. I eat more than my fair
share. I eat and eat and eat until I
have to undo my trouser buttons, but when I’m sad or feeling self-indulgent or
want to feel rebellious, it’s off to the processed food I proceed. Mostly we have only whole food in our house
(except when Don shops). If we didn’t, I‘d
be in for a world of hurt, especially when stepping on the scale.
2.
(And I think this is the big point:) When I know
I am going to indulge later, I think, “What the heck, why not get started now?” After the cheez and crackers, I managed to
find a couple of shortbread cookies in a tin hidden behind the coffee
maker. At recess, there was more
chocolate that magically appeared.
I know I am not the only one with
this mentality. It’s pervasive among
those of us who diet for a profession or hobby.
For people with other addictions, I suspect the same pattern goes
on. If I know I’m going to “go for it”
later, why not “go for it” now? My
ongoing goal is to be fine with occasional indulgences, but to not use it as an
excuse to indulge-to-the-max throughout the day, the weekend, the week, the
month...
Coming off of the Christmas season,
I am sure a lot of you know what I mean!
To paraphrase what I read somewhere that really stuck with me:
They don’t call it a holi-week.
They call it a holiday.
Point taken.
PS: I apologize to those of you who are not “foodies.” I don’t want this blog to be all about my
issues around food, but about reaching for my best and helping you to do the
same. As you may have noticed, a lot of
my life lessons revolve around making peace with food. It’s been my go-to friend and symbolic lover since
my Oma Schmidt consistently and lovingly fed me copious amounts of food to take
me through all my childhood traumas. No
doubt, you all have your “best friends” too that do not take a human form and
are probably not very good friends, after all. It’s about acknowledging
what/who they are and slowly finding ways to release the unhealthy parts of
that “friendship.”
Today I am going to focus on my real friendships by:
- Spending some really great time with Don and not just talking about our kids, though they’re awfully compelling and fun to talk about.
- Catching up on some emails from dear friends that I just haven’t taken the time to respond to because I know they’ll love me and understand anyway.
- Really engaging with my friends at work. We have the best staff in the world. I have never been happier at a place of work. We can’t wait to share our lunches together and “hang out” every day. A happy staff makes for an excellent school, and ours is among the best.
- Just maybe picking up the phone and calling a friend or two. (Of course, this is one of my phobias, so they may have to settle for a loving text, but I’ll try to steel myself and put my ear to the mobile.)
- Listening to my students, looking at them, making sure each of them feels like a million bucks because I let them know I have faith in them and their abilities and their potential to make a difference in the world.
Oddly enough when the kids and I take the road to the USA, I get gov't subsidized cheaper than Canada cheese. Noah meanwhile buys Spray Cheez.
ReplyDeleteI am considering doing the vegan thing a few days a week, but my Wisconsin man scoffs at me and assures me that even if there will not be cheese in the recipe, there will definitely be cheese on the table! I must admit, that Spray Cheez is quite fun. Compelling stuff...
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