Poetically, it is National Coffee Day today!
I’ve quit coffee a number of times over the years, but now I’ve accepted that there’s a psychological boost to my one cup of coffee in the morning, as much as a physical addiction to caffeine. I love to sit here, watching or reading the news, or writing while I sip my nice hot cup of joe. Cream, two Truvias. I used to be a Sweet N Low girl, but I’ve been making an attempt over the past few years to cut as many chemicals out of my diet as possible — which is ironic since I’m still drinking coffee. LOL But I did quit my very long time habit of drinking diet soda. When I’m not drinking soda, I make iced tea from scratch (I mean I brew from tea bags, not that I grow the tea, of course. 😉 or I drink almond milk. My body can’t handle dairy milk.
Anyway, I want to talk a little bit — or probably a lot — about body acceptance/positivity today. I haven’t posted my long, rambling story about my lifelong war with my body to force it to look like American culture’s ridiculous ideal. I should probably do that to add some backstory to my ongoing struggle to gain the most physical health that I’m able to in this body, with its health limitations. Let’s just say that literally all my life, I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food. When I was little, I had a heart defect, and I hated eating anything at all. So my parents were thrilled when I could get anything down my tiny gullet, and keep it down.
Lady Evolving 