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Compassion for Imperfect-ness

Compassion for Imperfect-ness

I can feel the season in my body. I can feel the extra-ness. The couple extra bites I’ve had because of the couple extra parties being hosted. The couple extra times eating out because of the couple extra holiday gatherings with friends. And my body feels…denser.
 
I haven’t moved my body as much either. The daily exercise routine I had is suddenly non-existent. Like, where did it go?? I can feel that my focus has shifted and my energy is being spent on the holiday…on gift buying, on parties, on wrapping, on giving, on celebrating.
 
As I sit with this, I am remembering this year to, above all, have compassion for myself in my imperfect-ness. And golly, to enjoy this time of year and all it’s magic! To roll with the experiences that arise and to apply my new spin to things, but not bully myself if I get it not quite right. 
 
I didn’t have vegetables in the house tonight…another priority that’s gotten a bit pushed to the side…but I made due without. It isn’t the end of the world. Restaurants were calling me. They wanted me bad. Bad. Instead, I slowed down, I looked around, and I threw together what I had…sweet potatoes from a friend’s garden, a can of black beans, some corn, and a jar of salsa.
 
I’m winning at life over here on a Tuesday night before Christmas.
 
The dinner parties are just beginning. I’m facing two full festive weeks ahead. Every day, every gathering, every meal, every bite, is an opportunity to choose the path that leads to health and freedom from food addiction. But here’s the thing. Every day, every gathering, every meal, every bite, is also an opportunity to show myself love.
 
I’ve got this one chance at life. I choose fulfillment, joy, and compassion for all living things, and that includes me.
 
Ahimsa,
Kristen