Slow and steady…

Another Monday is almost upon us, and i hope it won’t bring an upward trend. I have no real reasons to suspect such a catastrophic event, but you never know.

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In the meanwhile, I’ve noticed that slowing down influences everything I do.

In my work, for example, I scan my schedule much better: I don’t end up with more than a hundred overlapping tasks – mails, edits, revisions and double checks – and the funny thing is that this way I’m working faster. I stopped fretting over how to finish lots of things in time, and doing them more calmly I do them better and in less time, with no stress and even finding some time for myself. Epic win!

Change is scary

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The path goes on without great difficulties. The only thing that worries me is that it feels like I’m eating too little. Yes, I know, it sounds weird from someone who aims to swallow less fuel, but I find it odd.

Not because I’m feeling hungry, I don’t - that would be a problem. I just see the amount of food I eat and mentally confront it with how much I had before, and I notice the difference. Maybe it’s a distorted picture, and I clearly don’t have the means to confront my past and current servings, but right now, seeing the difference makes me wonder why I wasn’t actually way fatter. I’m surprised I wasn’t actually obese, considering the little exercise I get, also due to my job…

On the master’s side

Slowing down. This is the first fundamental rule I’m following.

What I’ve never had for many years is control over food. I could control myself, decide to open the fridge or not, but it was still just tackling the me that was running towards the fridge, attracted like a moth to the light. What I’m doing is grabbing the reins of the relationship with food.
I don’t want to be the needy doormat that walks the Hunger’s chihuahua, holds her bags while she’s out shopping and chauffeurs her around at a snap of her fingers. Slowing down managed this: getting me back in control.

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