I just had a thought I wanted to share. And yes, I am procrastinating.
I just had a lovely walk on a hot evening around my Brooklyn ‘nabe. People were out and about, happy in the warm evening weather. I was with my dog and my husband and all was good. Really good. We made a stop at an ice cream joint where I got a delicious cappuccino chunk ice cream (kiddie size) in a sugar cone. We sat on a bench licking our cones (my goodness, that sounds naughty), people watching, and just relaxing.
And then this thought popped into my head: This is what nutrition is to me.
It’s not about the 200 calories that was in my ice cream. The fat grams and the sugar that by any nutritonal standards is deemed as “bad.” I’ve spent 15 years of my life thinking nutrition was all about fats, calories, protein, good vs bad foods. And the guilt. OH, the guilt.
But now, to me, nutrition is….enjoying a blissful night, surrounded by everything I love, eating a f$*cking ice cream cone. I’m completely satisfied, and my body is thanking me.