The last couple of weeks I have been cooperating with a guy at work whom I've never met before. There are around 200 employees in the Organisation I work, and I barely know 1/3 of them. This is a cure guy, very small and funny, and he has lived for 14 years in Brussels, which gives us a lot to talk about (I lived in Brussels for a year studying for my Master).
He usually comes at my office, in an attempt to follow the etiquette - he is a consultant, I am a director, he has to come to me - but yesterday I went to his office because I simply despise this kind of ettiquette (right...how many t's in there?)
In the door of the office, which is shared among 4 people, there is this print out sign saying "Smoke Free Zone". So after an hour and a half full of numbers, and since it was just him and I left in there, I asked him: "Do you mind if I smoke?"
His reply shocked the hell out of me!
"Not at all. It's your body!"
!!!!!!!It's your body.
These three words have been ringing in my ears since yesterday, constantly, all the time.
Dont get excited just yet, I am not considering quitting smoking now. But a million things have crossed my mind since I heard him saying this yesterday. All in the form of questions really...
What does it take to look after my body the way I look after someone I love? Can I honestly remind myself that this is MY body I'm putting crap into before I actually eat or drink the crap and not afterwards? If this is my body and this body is the true indication I am alive, how important this is for me and how this can be honoured? What does it take for me to take full responsibility of the very thing I am the only responsible person for? You know, noone else is responsible for my body or yours, but me and you. Can I stand naked in front of the mirror and say with love and pride "This is my body"?
This week will be all about the quality. The goodness. It becomes more and more aparent now...
In other words, I was hungry all day yesterday. Its funny, the more meals I have a day the hungrier I am. When I wake up and just have coffee and then more coffee and water and smokes at work, and forget to eat, I can come back home at 9 in the evening and just begin to feel hungry. And Im certain this happens in a very pavlovian way. I know its dinner time, I start feeling the hunger. But with breakfast and an apple as a snack a couple of hours later, I suddenly got ravenous for lunch yesterday. This is what I ate yesterday:
red apple and 4 walnut halves
a pink lady apple
a slice of whole grain sourdough bread
100 gr tuna in spring water, tomato, cucumber
an orange and a red apple
240 gr of cooked bulgur
onions, shallots, brocolli, peppers, mushrooms, garlic, cabbage, zuccinis (stir fried with a tad of olive oil and sesame oil) and a bit of hoisin sauce.
A fage 0% with 2 tsp of the grape spoon sweet
22 points worth of goodness.
After all, this is MY body we are talking about!!!
I just had a banana and half a slice of bread for breakfast and Im bringing more fruit to work, along with leftover bulgur and veggies for lunch. Dinner will be tricky since I won't be home before 10, but hey, if I defrost 2 beed fillets now, how lond will they take to cook eh?
I'm boring talking about my meals, but I need to do this now.
I swear, his voice still rings in my ears... it's your body!