Tuesday, April 13, 2021
In life we only fight with ourselves. Not with the system, with the disease, with the relatives, with the neighbors, with the government. We only fight our addictions, our fears, our delusions, our desires, our envy, our tendency to compare ourselves with others, our lack of confidence in ourselves, our rigidity that does not allow us to have a broad view of things, our naiveties , our traumas that we don’t want to let go, our weaknesses, our non-acceptance. Well, when we have so much to deal with ourselves, why waste time looking in the neighbor’s yard? Did you eat breakfast? Good morning!
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Yesterday I had my first, emotional and memorable meeting… with asparagus. I bought it about a week ago, frozen. I kept circling aroud him, not daring to approach him, and yesterday I took up the courage and invited him to dinner. He immediately agreed and browned his face… in coconut oil. In the link you have my menu from yesterday. Good morning!
Thursday, April 15, 2021
We’d better be careful of what’s in our mind and heart as much as we are careful of what’s on our plate. To perceive when a thought or emotion is bad for us just as we perceive that a food is bad for us. Let’s open our mind and heart only to those who in turn open to us, let’s not knock on closed doors. It is wonderful when we find people with whom to share our overflow, and if this does not happen, we should not accuse others of being selfish and envious, but we should look within ourselves to understand why we attract such people.
Carl Jung said: “I prefer to be whole than good”. How many of us have denied ourselves to be good, to please others, to fit into society’s patterns, to be what others want? What I find sad is that some people make a title of glory out of their “goodness”. They do not see how much they suffer, what emptiness they have in their unfulfilled soul, in their unlived life. How many diseases have befallen them, what frustrations they have accumulated, because they never looked inside, to see what they need themselves, to search, to observe. And they project their frustrations, their shortcomings, their inabilities onto others. Others are bad, they are good. I’d rather be whole than good. Good morning!
Friday, April 16, 2021
A month ago I decided to follow an anti-inflammatory diet, “encouraged” by a strong flare of spondylitis. I started by suddenly giving up sugar, coffee and the occasional glass of wine. Then I documented myself and in a few days I implemented the AIP protocol. In retrospect, I don’t think the withdrawal was difficult. I was low on energy from the flare anyway, so I’m not sure if the exhaustion and headaches were due to the withdrawal.
Now, after a month, the benefits are visible. I’m not at my peak yet, but I’m alive and kicking. I lost 4 kg, from 48 to 44, you know I was whining around here that I can’t lose weight. That’s it, they’re gone. The skin is softer, more elastic and brighter. My lips are no longer chapped, I always had to lubricate them with honey, coconut butter, balm, and in vain, because they kept cracking and exfoliating. The hair is silky, before I used all the oils and conditioners and I still had the impression that I was washing a bunch of dry straw. Before, when I was hungry, it was like a kind of pain, I had to eat something right away. Now I’m rarely hungry, even if I eat very little, and when I’m hungry… I’m hungry, there’s not the end of the world, I endure it. I did the inflammation markers a few days ago, they are still very high, I am still taking anti-inflammatories, but the well-being is acceptable, with little pain. I will repeat the analysis in another month.
Before, I was looking for variety at breakfast, I got bored of the same foods quickly, but now it gives me great pleasure to go into the kitchen in the morning and slice my radish, cucumber, carrot, they are so crunchy, colorful and alive, some wonders. Good morning!
Saturday, April 17, 2021
Lately, I rarely feel like munching. Before, to resist the cravings, I would make myself a tea, a lemonade, or nibble on a carrot, a radish… Now I’m just aware of the craving and I’m asking myself what is the cause. There can be two causes: old habits, from childhood or even genetically transmitted, or the desire to cover an emotion, a void that needs to be filled. My grandmother once told me that after the war, when they had moved to Bucharest, there were days of hunger, days when she had nothing to put on the table, and then she would go to the forest and gather grass, so that she could make some soup to feed her family. I have an aversion to thick green soups, and I’m thinking it’s not just a coincidence. Many traumas are hidden in our unhealthy eating habits.
In the picture is my dinner from 2 days ago, a grilled chicken with stewed vegetables (cauliflower, carrot, leek, green garlic), medicine for the deepest traumas. Good morning!
