My stomach has been really cranky lately. I don’t know what is going on with Gertrude (my stomach’s name?). She has been really fussy and sometimes I feel like she’s an old aunt nagging me.
Basically I just simply can’t handle certain foods anymore. I don’t want to get into the complicated (and rather unpleasant) subject on digestion but I just have to accept that my stomach is not the same as it used to be (and eating a bag of starbursts at a sleepover in middle school are days long gone).
So I have given up and started listening to Gertrude (I know it’s weird naming my stomach but I feel our recent involvement has now resulted in a first-name basis). I am learning to eat food that my body really wants rather than what my mind wants. And I am really trying to bridge that gap between mind and body so that they can live harmoniously.
Somedays of course you want your spaghetti in a box from the supermarket or you pass by the frozen section and there is your favorite mushroom pizza all perfectly and sneakily prepared for your convenience. But I’m now learning that somedays you want food that nourishes you, food that is fresh and food that gives your body energy and doesn’t leave you bloated and binge watching How To Get Away With Murder on a Friday night.