
Food Journal ✔️
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Let me start by saying that keeping a food journal is a little daunting. It is so much easier to tell yourself you eat well and that you keep the portions small when you are simply reflecting...but when you see the food log in black and white it sure tells a different story. But...no discouragement here. This was simply a step on my journey. No more guilt. No more excuses. Now I am on to the next step in the book, but more about that next week.
It is December. We are busy decorating the house and trying to fill every day with Christmas cheer! I think we were all hoping that December would look different than the other months of social distancing, eating takeout and wearing masks everywhere. It has helped me knowing that we are all going through this...not just my family, not just my city or country but ALL of us. My hope and prayer is that each one of us are waking up each day with a grateful heart. I hope that we can cherish each day and appreciate the kindness of others.
One of my grandsons joined me today on my walk. Looking at the world as my grandsons do has helped me each day find my smile. My belief is all our lives would be different if we could see everything and everyone through their eyes. The innocence of their truthfulness and their capacity to forgive is remarkable.
My youngest grandson is still a little too young to go for long walks, but I can't wait to bring him along and see what adventures we have together.
I know this hasn't been much about the book, but in some way I believe it still relates to the French way of life. My intention each morning I wake up is to enjoy...to savor each second of my day. The routine of coffee every morning with my husband. The comfort of a warm fire on a cold day. Eating my favorite foods in moderation and without feeling remorse. Walking outside with a clean, fresh face and messy hair to soak up some sun. Making sugar cookies with my daughter and grandsons and not caring that the sprinkles are EVERYWHERE. Listening to my son laugh.
Taking care of myself is so much more than a beauty routine. It is more than a good nights sleep. It is the little things each day that bring a smile to my face and let me know that life is exciting and beautiful and ugly and sad, but that it's always, always, always worth waking up to.
GiGi