Day 45: Eating Art

Remember the Green Ice post? I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve had a protein shake nearly every day for 5 years. It’s reliable, healthy, consistent, and I can get moving in my day without thinking about what to eat. No-brainer.

Today, as I began to wake up, before I’d even opened my eyes, I felt fatigue like an ocean around the raft of my bed. Exhaustion was waiting for me on the other side of sleep, and I didn’t want to rise into it, no matter how loudly my alarm implored.

“Oh, do not attack me with your watch!”
-Jane Austen

It totally ticked me off.

 

The only thing that made me pull those covers back (which I still did in one of those ninja, roundhouse-kick, slam-the-comforter-down-onto-the-pillow-with-your-leg, and swing-yourself-sideways-to-a-sitting-position sort of ways) was a resolution to start the day off with something DIFFERENT.

 

Routine is comfortable AND confining.
Habit can be rewarding AND enslaving.

 

And today, I wanted to break my norm, and declare victory over the weariness that laces my days like smoke from an extinguished candle, reminding me of a lightness that was there, and is no more.

No.

Today, I set the protein shake aside.
I did’t want to walk into this day the same as all other days.

Today I want to taste.

I want color. The whole palette.

 

So this:

became the medium boiled egg that inspired this:

and today I ate color for breakfast.

 

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