Just in case you weren’t aware, we are less than 2 days from Easter Sunday, and I’ve been (mostly) off sugar and alcohol for over 40 days for Lent, and I’ve been trying to establish a healthy way of living mentally, physically and spiritually with varying degrees of consistency and success.
So what have I learned from this?
One of the first unsurprising realisations was that as much as I love the stuff, sugar and products made of sugar are energy killers, and when you stop eating it, you realise how prevalent it is in our diet, hence how much of eat we eat as a nation. I know you’re probably thinking this should not come as a surprise to me seeing how much I bake, but I didn’t actually think about it when pouring glistening white heaped spoonfuls of it into a bowl for a large batches of muffins.
It’s only when I calculated the grams of sugar per serving that the penny dropped. And it’s quite shocking.
This isn’t going to stop me baking or eating cake though. I’m not a frigging saint! I just won’t indulge as often as I used to, that’s all, plus I’ll replace the white stuff with agave or another less addictive sweetener wherever possible.
NO MORE MILK AND ALCOHOL
I actually missed my occasional glass of wine more than cake and chocolate, but similar story really energy wise, plus my frequent, trippy dreams totally stopped for the most part, which is annoying because I have a thing for hot milky drinks spiked with liquor before going to bed, so that’s one little habit I’m probably going to have to drop long term.
Again, I’ll still have the odd tipple, but will try not to drink alone and only in strict moderation.
THE SOCIAL NETWORK
I managed to stay off social media websites and to be honest I haven’t really missed it, and I can report that I’ve hardly seen or heard from any of my ‘friends’ whilst being incommunicado, so it’s been quite lonely for me really.
I have made a little more effort to see more people, but I still seem to struggling to integrate and find my pack so to speak. It almost feels like I’m deliberately being held back until I sort my shit out, which segways very nicely into….
LIKE A PRAYER
I’m still using my rosary, sometimes, I have to admit, in a half assed fashion, but I do try hard to communicate with the big guy and it helps if I have something specific to say.
Does it make me feel better?
Sometimes. I am, for instance, alone for most of this bank holiday, because, as per usual, any plans I try to make tend to get scuppered right at the last minute, but I’m trying to relax into it and be accepting and even appreciative of the solitude, especially after two gruelling days of being with strangers (more on that next post).
I may even sneak into mass this Sunday.
No promises though. 😉
OM AND OM, AND OM AND OM…
I’ve been to yoga at my local studio quite a bit, but still can’t bring myself to practice at home.
As for mediation…
FFS, what is wrong with me?!
Something to talk about with the big guy later…
I WALK THE LINE
Walking everywhere has been a bit of a revelation too. My waistline has shrunk, my energy better and I’m probably saving a fortune in bus fares.
This is definitely a habit I want to maintain.
So in sum, I’ve kind of realised that my chances of having a good day are greatly enhanced if I look after my body, eat right, try and keep the spiritual pathways open and accept and make use of those quiet, lonely times in my life, i.e. most of the time, and be kind to myself on those days.
All good stuff, eh?
Except, today wasn’t a very worthy day at all. I ate too many carbs, didn’t go out let alone walk, and feel strangely sleepy, sad and flat.
And whilst I hunted for a ‘not too religious’ (!) image to post atop of this article, and seeing all the images crosses and thorny crowns coming up on my search engine, I realise that today of all days is probably not meant to be too jolly, and perhaps my lassitude and endless introspection is appropriate in this instance.
And come Sunday? Whilst I accept that my own personal ‘Good Friday’ may not be over for quite a while, I will try and give thanks for my life and make some kind of agreement with myself and God to take each day as it comes, be patient, and trust that it will all work out in the end.
Whatever that means.