Hello Love!
We are getting into the thick of it in this Body Stewardship season! Last week’s post and Saturday’s Periscope – included below – talked about my insatiable hunger after trying to live ‘the French way’ during my time in Nice eight years ago. My stomach felt like a black hole – no matter what I threw in my mouth, it didn’t make a difference – I was still starving.
Now it should be noted that this occasionally still happens to me. After dragging baby, the most massive carry-on in the history of my personal travel, and a car seat through the airport solo, I was exhausted and my body needed more recovery food that evening than usual. But the difference was that I knew what was happening, how to direct my body toward pure recovery foods, and I did not feel at all guilty or worried. And sure enough, the next day, my body had rebalanced and I was right back on track.
For the record, this is why I don’t recommend that people who want to lose weight begin a rigorous exercise regimen – you will just start up a rigorous appetite that will nullify your efforts!
This explains why in Nice, even though I was walking ‘uphill both ways’ with a heavy backpack to the hospital each morning for my rounds, my out-of-control appetite meant that I gained 25 pounds of pastry fat!
Let it be known: you can’t outrun a bad diet.
So this week, join me back on The Pastry Path and find out how I finally learned to sidestep insatiable hunger. Then join me this Saturday on Periscope to chat about it!
THE PATH WAS DUSTY, IT WAS LONG, AND IT REALLY WAS UPHILL BOTH WAYS – REALLY!
And one morning on this routine trek from my host family’s house to the hospital, I came upon a elderly lady who was clearly afraid to go any further.
She was downright cowering. As I came closer, she approached me and asked if I was afraid of dogs. I said no, and she then pointed up the path to where two large dogs were on leashes with their owners, who showed no sign of moving out of the way. She was terrified. She asked me if I would walk her past them to protect her.
As we have covered in the last post, I am quite large myself. And I grew up with a large and very stubborn dog. So this, to me, was the most endearing honor! I took her by the arm and slowly led her up the uneven path, and when we made it to the top of the hill where it ended, she thanked me profusely with a look of great joy and relief.
I was touched and encouraged all morning by that experience! But unfortunately, that path was soon to become part of my walk of shame…
