When I was very young I had strong opinions.  I made what I wanted known and I reacted without using much of a filter.

 

Around 1994-ish, when I was in the 6th grade, I started to see the benefit of “going with the flow”.  I even remember writing in my diary about how, in a world of fluctuating friendships, I was finding a happy social balance by, essentially, not making too much fuss.

 

Recently I have discovered that the balance I once found in being “laid-back” had infiltrated my wellness to an extent that I am almost embarrassed to admit.

 

Saying yes to foods I loooveeeeeee but, sadly, do not have any benefit to my sensitive gut is an awareness that I am determined to continue to acknowledge.

 

The chemical rewards of food are strong, and so are social aspects of the rituals of “meal times”, but I cannot let them seduce me continuously while my body suffers.

 

It’s never too late, to AGAIN, make a change.

xo.