We tend to not listen. Maybe it's because all our lives we are having to deal with people telling us not to do things. They want to tell us what not to eat, that we should get "in shape," or whatever it is related to our weight and habits. Since when did our bodies become everyone else's problem?
In truth our bodies are ours, we have the right to do whatever we want with it. If we want to eat junk food and forget about the consequences, that's our right. If we want to be muscle bound Guido, we can.
Our bodies are our temples, we can decorate it however we want. But all the decorations in the world wont make a difference if we don't listen to leaking roof, the cracking walls, or peeling laminate floor. It doesn't have to be the prettiest building in the world, it doesn't matter if it's a candy shop or a fitness center, as long as the owner's take care of it. The owners wont always be happy with it but they still love owning the building.
I, for one, am a huge non-listener. I didn't listen to my body which caused a kidney infection. I never listened. Still to this day, I don't listen. I learned the hard way that my body refuses to tolerate spicy food with fries in the same sitting. That was a nice bathroom adventure.
Slowly, I'm starting to listen to my body. It's hard since I've spent my whole life ignoring it. "Wow, although I'm full, this plate still has plenty of food on it, I'll eat it." Portion size is another Fat Girl Sin that will be discussed later.
But the past few times I've been to a restaurant, I ordered water because at several places when I ordered Coke or Dr. Pepper, I couldn't taste it. I ordered it with ice, or without, let it sit there for a minute so the fizz could calm itself, still no taste. Only two places I've ordered soda at that I could actually taste, one place is my job where I get it with no ice. But lately when I'm working, I'm taking my big green cheap-o water bottle with water.
I guess my body just doesn't want soda. I've even gotten sick of Orange Crush, a drink I saved when I was having a bad day.
Another bad food of mine is Coldstone. They came out with these Retro themed items. I fell in love with the Hot Fudge Sunday. For a couple of weeks, I ate this Hot Fudge Sunday twice or three times a week. Last week a friend of mine wanted ice cream, so that's where we went and I wasn't satisfied. It was good but it seemed like a task to eat it. So I think I can cross that off my list of wants.
I'm part Italian, I grew up on lots of pasta. I love pasta but I have become to have a love/hate relationship with it. It's usually the first thing I order at restaurants but now, I just don't want it. I'm not completely done with pasta but I just don't want it.
I don't know what's gotten in my head lately. Maybe I'm looking at myself, my building, and thinking, "well that leaky roof needs to be fixed." Last Thursday, I put on some running shoes, headphones and ran the best I could around the block. It wasn't long and it wasn't the best run I've ever done but I did it. I missed Sunday and need to do it today. Probably after this post.
I guess sometimes we just want to listen for once, but only to ourselves. That's the only person worth listening to when we truely see it. Yes we are to listen to doctors about our health but it's hard to listen to someone who doesn't know us personally. We need to listen to what our bodies say, so we can be the best we can be.