Good afternoon fantabulous, amazing and beautiful people. Happy Cinco De Mayo if you happen to celebrate and if not, Happy Tuesday regardless. Today we are exploring the world of office grazing. What is office grazing you ask? Do you work with farm animals you might wonder? Well, bad for you and no I suppose would be the proper response. Where I work we don’t need an occasion to graze. To snack. To eat endless buffets of dip and cookies and donuts….oh my and the list goes on. Well I wandered up to the office, as is part of what I do to get exercise each day and to gather supplies needed (paper, water, chit chat) you know, office stuff. So I walk in the door and what to my wondering eyes do appear yet another feast. Now the reason I bring this up is that some amazing changes seem to be happening to me lately. I’ve been sleeping like the dead yet waking alive and refreshed, losing a few pounds just by better food choices (which is due to my brain being a complete pain in the ass) and just feeling happier in general. That’s a great thing. I managed to lose 3 pounds in a week in a half and KEPT it OFF. That for me is a difficult thing to do I am finding as I get older. But something changed. Oh yeah, I didn’t get the memo. I didn’t know about the food. But bread dip and chunks of fresh soft bread turned my eyes into huge orbs and I swear I could feel the drool accumulating at the edge of my pie hole. It looked like this….yum huh? So here I walk into the office and there is this big pool of creamy bready dill yumminess and I thought, oh my god, that needs me to try it. Yes, I think I hear it calling me (and it said “come here gorgeous and try some of my creamy goodness”) and I said Yes, I think I shall. I took the smallest piece of bread and dipped it in. It was so very good. Yes, yes it was. It was amazing. Then the brain (that evil empire) piped in like the little squirrel it can be…what’s in there? Look, pretty colors I see through the white plastic, let’s open it and take a look-see. So I did, and do you know what I found? Reeses Peanut butter cup cookies with ice cream sprinkle thingies on it. (can you believe no photos on line of cookies with peanut butter cups AND sprinkles?) OMG….What is going on here? So I did what any self aware goddess did, I slammed the lid back down and didn’t touch any of it. Really, I did not….and then next in line was more shiny cheesy sauce stuff with chips. Queso I’m guessing and every variety of chip imaginable….so I smiled…..breathed in and breathed out, and walked away with nothing except that one bit of bread and dip. Me. Do you understand? The queen of I love to graze….walked away like bessy after a milking….without the milk of course….What is going on? I am literally talking to myself at this point. Somedays I scare myself by doing this but if I answer correctly, I don’t get too scared. So I am saying WHY? little mind, it all looked so good, you know you wanted some of this….and some of that….why did we have to walk away? And you know what that miserable bastard of a brain said to me? You wanted it….but you didn’t NEED it. Humph….ok, so now I sound like my mother….But you know what? I walked back to my desk, consumed my second bottle of water in two hours and smiled to myself. You’re right brain. I feel better for not having that lovely carb crash before lunch. I feel better for not adding the pounds on I was so proud to have gotten off. I’m sure somewhere my dentist is thanking me and he is welcome. I didn’t get the memo….the universe didn’t want me to get the memo. The world was helping me by remaining unaware. I know I will walk up there in a few hours to see the remains of coagulated cheese goop on the counter, chippy crumbs and errant sprinkles left behind and I am ok with that. I’m not on the cleanup crew and I can celebrate in my own way, by sharing my adventures with you and showing you that baby steps can lead to happier you. (I almost wrote you’s and that would be so very wrong). Yes, baby steps. If you want something, go for it but if your brain knows you as well as you know you, listen to the little beastie within and walk away. Moderation in everything, except of course happy uplifting thoughts and visions of your awesomeness. As my friend today posted a meme about happiness, it’s free and to sprinkle that shit everywhere. yeah, do that….just not on my cookies that I left in my wake of amazingness….and I’m not looking back ’cause there’s better things coming my way. Like water, and more water….and maybe a little coffee later as my fuel runs low. Gotta run my lovelies…celebrating tonight. Maybe a Corona LIght….just because I can. And I won’t forget the lime…after all, no one needs rickets in their life. Peace and blessings, Kim
Hey beautiful people,
Are you feeling awesome today? Like crap today? Come on, you can tell me…just leave it in the comments box and I promise I won’t tell a soul. I’m good that way. How many of you don’t live in a cave and saw the movie Forest Gump? Wow, that many? How many times did you watch it? I saw it at least five times and even own a copy. One of my favorites. Do you know why? Because it is truth in life told through the eyes in the most simplest of ways. I can totally relate to the now famous line about life being like a box of chocolates. Yep, it is true, you never know what you’re going to get. Maybe something super yummy inside, or perhaps empty but still a nice creamy or dark morsel that just melts in your mouth (and maybe even pairs nicely with a nice bottle of red too I must say).
When I wake each morning I grab my thoughts like that box of chocolate and play the what am I gonna get today game? I lay there in my dreamy bliss of thoughts and tell myself that today is totally going to rock. Really, it is. I’m going to get up, get motivated, get dressed and peruse the web while I drink my coffee and maybe or maybe I won’t turn on the news (as lately no news is certainly good news). Kind of the putting my hands over my ears and going la la la I am not listening. If I do turn it on it is mostly for the weather because anything else happening I would see in my web surfing and we know how true all of that information is, right?
So here I have my box of chocolate thoughts, I reach in and grab what I think may have nuts in it. I looooove nuts…I carry my piece of chocolate into the day and bite into it….blah, marshmallow. I hate marshmallow in chocolate (unless it comes with a campfire and a flaming marshmallow with graham crackers and then I can only manage one or two). Why marshmallow? Is that all there is in this damn box?
There has got to be something more. Now if I were a kid I would eat them all to find just what I was looking for and then when the stomach ache hit, would use the box as a fort and crawl into it to vomit, but I am not a kid any longer so I can’t. But, with a thought of wonder, I can pretend that there is something in there that I want. Maybe it is Belgian chocolate filled with dainty hazelnuts. Maybe it is creamy swiss milk chocolate. Maybe its a truffle (and not the ones dug up by the piggies). Mmmmm…..I close my eyes and just taste the explosion of wonder in my mouth. WOW. Now that is more than I expected….that is just a “I could die right now and be happy” kind of moment. .
Now I know you’re thinking to yourself, what the hell is she thinking? What does this have to do with life? Does she really love chocolate that much that she thinks her views should be shared? Well, yeah, I do like chocolate (in moderation) and Yes, I need to tell you this. Life IS the box of chocolates. You NEVER know what you’re going to get. But you can use your mind to get what you want. If you want to wake up happy and have a pleasant day, well you reach your little mitts right into that big old box and grab that piece of happy chocolate. If you are cranky and don’t care who knows about your mood and you want to unleash havoc so that everyone else around you can share in your misery, well there is a chocolate for that too. But it is your choice. I may start out alot of mornings with the marshmallow filled nasties but you know what, that’s ok. It is my box of chocolate. It is my choice. And then I take a bite out of that nasty marshmallow ick and put it back in the box, that way no one else will want that one. I spit out my piece with lady like dignity and throw it away and say NO. This will not do. If I can’t find the right chocolate there is always something else to choose. Maybe it is cheese, or cake, or wine….heck, it can be whatever floats your boat, as long as you are making the attempt to pick the right piece (the right thought). The piece that makes you smile. That piece that makes you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. The one you want to share with the world because it is THAT good. Yeah, reach in and find that piece. Look it over. Notice how perfect and glossy it is. Taste it, and can you feel that warm “coat your tongue with words that flow like a masterpiece” feeling? Now share it with someone. Smile at the world at your bounty of amazing confections. Caring is sharing.
Now if you are really set on just a sub-par kind of piece, well that is ok too. Maybe you bite in and find a too sugary gooey cherry. It will be like Goldi-locks and the three bears, one may be too big, one too small but somewhere in there you WILL find the one that is just right. And you will know it to your very core. You will want an entire box of endless supplied chocolate just like that one. But someday you may find it isn’t enough any more and you will dig deeper and you will find new flavors (thoughts). Flavors that haven’t even been invented yet (kind of like the chocolate covered bacon….i still ask why on that one) but you will keep setting your bar higher. You will strive from the cheap gold coin penny chocolate to the the top of the line foreign awesomeness and do you know why? Because you are good enough for the most expensive, tasty, “oh my God” this is like an orgasm chocolate thought. You will want to tell the world about your find. You will want to share this amazingness with everyone you hold dear.
You will. It will happen. Because you may not always know what you’re going to get, but you can always get what you want when you make it happen. Thoughts become things my friends. Do you want cheap chocolate thoughts or do you want the masterpiece of a confectioner that is you? Start your day with your own box of chocolate thoughts. Pull one out and ask yourself, “is this how I want this day to start?” and if not, toss it away and grab another one. Keep digging even if you reach China because it is in there somewhere, that right thought that will start your day. Carry it in your mind pocket and if it starts to melt, stop by the happines store and pick up another one. After all, the supply IS endless and you will find at the end of the day you’re eager to see what you will pick tomorrow. You will know what you’re going to get after awhile because it will all be good. The yucky flavors will no longer populate that box because you bought what you wanted and more keeps showing up and it will be the awesome flavors of amazing thoughts. Heck, maybe after awhile you will wonder what all the fuss was about when that evil marshmallow one had shown up so long ago. No one invited him to the chocolate party….damn thought crasher…..I guess that’s why we so rudely closed the box on him (after we took a bite and made that I just bit into a grapefruit sour puss face). There is no room for the flavors (thoughts) you don’t want. Open the box to the good and the abundant supply will never diminish. Now isn’t that an amazing thought? A bottomless chocolate box. Hmmmm, who’da thunk?
Hello beautiful. Our actions today are going to define the good from the bad, and the action we are talking about is gratitude. Do you often feel grateful for the gifts in your life, from something tiny to something grand? When you sit down to enjoy a meal either alone or with family, do you take the time to stop and with your prayer or internal thoughts to thank the universe, your God or whatever/whomever you believe in for the bounty before you? Do you then proceed to dive into your food with happy abandon and gobble it up while reading or watching television…and basically making sure your mind is not present and paying attention to what is before you as you eat? Sure, you’re thankful for that mac-n-cheese or steak or even maybe something so simple like a bowl of cereal but you’re really not enjoying it if your mind is elsewhere. Do you take the time to just take a bite, roll it around your mouth and chew it, savoring the flavor and at the same time setting your fork down before scooping more up. Do you notice the colors? Do you wonder about the person who grew the vegetables that are so colorful or the cow that grazed hopefully happily in a meadow that gave you that ice-cold glass of milk? Do you truly feel grateful as you are performing the act of eating as opposed to just being thankful for the meal itself, or that you have that meal at all? Part of being truly grateful and to embrace it in an amazing way is to make it an entire process. Look at the food you are eating, the cheese you are licking off of your fingers or the big birthday cake that someone took the time to make for you. Really think about the act of preparation, the time someone spent, or the money it cost to make you happy. Be grateful for it all.
When you make gratefulness an entire process, it will change the way you think. Be grateful for what actually went in to the meal, the preparation, the thought behind it and hold that in your mind as part of the process. Thank the person who made the meal and if in a restaurant, thank the server who brought it to you and ask that a word of thanks gets passed to the chef. People are not told “thank you” enough. They are not just there to wait on you, to cook for you, they are there making a living (and hopefully grateful for the opportunity) to support their family and doing what they want to with their lives. Maybe it is a recipe that they are excited to share with you, feedback is a wonderful thing to hear when someone enjoys something you do. Look at the presentation of what is before you.
Gratitude is an awesome thing. It makes people glow with appreciation and thanks. Even if you have very little, be grateful always.
On another note, and this is where the bad comes in, when you say you are grateful (for example) prior to a meal, giving thanks and then diving in like a ravenous dog from the alley, finish your meal and then claim it as “just ok”, are you then truly grateful? It’s like the BUT word. “You did an awesome job, but….”
“this food looks really good and I liked it but……”
“that looks really nice on you, but….”
I think you get the idea. If there is a but involved, are you really truly grateful? Think about that for a minute. Have you had times that you felt grateful for something and then almost cancelled out the gratefulness by complaining about it after?
Doesn’t seem quite right, right?
Set about on your day and look for the things to be grateful for. Make a list when you go to bed each night for what you were grateful for and mean it. It can be that you were grateful you woke up not feeling tired and sore for a change, or that the dog made it through the night without making a mess, or that the baby slept all night and you did too. Anything. Everything. And all else in between. You will notice you will be more present in searching for the great things to be grateful for and when you go through your day, people will notice. You will begin to change. Your attitude will be lifted…and you will truly have a gratitude attitude.
You will feel light, happy and free and when people ask, tell them you are grateful for it all and smile.
By now I’m sure you’ve heard the song “all about that bass” or in some cases wish you hadn’t. I don’t have much bass to say the least but if you are on your way to the bass you gotta hit the speed bump that is known as my stomach first. Well now, that’s more about the Brie….and the swiss, and the cheddar, and the fondue, and the ….well, you get the idea. Yep, I love my cheese. As a child the fondest memories were of parties at the holidays and tables filed with champagne glasses, fresh fruit (or at least as fresh as you could get in the deep arctic of winter in Western New York) and of course cheese, cheese, and more cheese. Did I say there was cheese there?
Yes, all about that lovely soft goodness…which was great when I was young but alas, I’ve come to the conclusion that I can no longer ignore. I’m not that young anymore and with wisdom and bigger pants comes the lightbulb moment I had waited for. I cannot have my dream job….
But I can have something much better….a longer life filled with the cheese I adore, but at just the right amounts. I can buy a brick of swiss and by gosh eat it in a week, and a very large wedge at that…or I can gather some nuts and berries and eat more of the healthy stuff and still nibble like a mouse.
Berries and kiwi and apples, oh my. I can eat the colors of the sweetest rainbow and make less room for the cheese. It worked…
As time went by I found I did not miss the platter of cheese, cheese, and only cheese and I felt so much better. One baby step to feeling better and it worked. Now I’m not saying I have left cheese alone. Not by far and the other day was gifted with a box of my childhood favorite, Kraft Macaroni and cheese in the blue box of course…When did it call for a whole stick of butter? Or had I been in denial all of this time? After eating some I realized, if I am going to build my body to where I want to be, it could certainly improve more if I had instead, one little wedge of Brie or swiss and I would feel so much better. It’s all about what makes you feel better, right? I am not denying what I want but instead replacing the crap boxed cheesy stuff for the spectacular. If I want just a little cheese, I go into the store and have them cut just a small wedge…why tempt myself with an enormous piece…because it will go bad, right? So there for I will need to eat it faster, right? And I can’t waste it so I must eat it all and soon, right?
Nope! Just a little will suffice. (kind of like the mens cologne…just a little dab will do you). I changed my thoughts away from must have, and want want want, to I just need a little bit to make me smile, to make me feel worthwhile and warm and cozy inside. I buy swiss now in ultra thin slices and just have one, and no more guilt. I deserve to have a piece. I am worth it.
I am not worth eating the entire brick….see, I can have my cheese and eat it too….keeps the inner mouse quiet.
Now about this cheese cake. Nothing says love more than high cholesterol and clogged arteries, right? Just sayin’.
So go for the brie, but just a little and skip the blue boxes and the speed bump will thank you in the long run…the cows may not be so happy but then there’s more for someone else, right?
Step away from the table… keep calm and nibble on.