Olive oil. Eggs. Chicken. Toast. Green Tea. Frying Pan. Salt. Pepper.
I made the toast first, in the frying pan, using olive oil.
Once that was complete, I put more olive oil into the frying pan, and cracked three eggs into the frying pan, waited for it to fry into one cohevsive giant egg, flipped the other side, and cooked it too.
Then, I put the chicken falette into the pan, and waited until they browned, and placed them on the plate.
I also made myself a cup of green tea while I waited for it to cook, in between eggs and toast.
I feel so loved right now, and here’s why:
I made myself breakfast, the first time I made myself something to eat in the morning when I was hungry in at least six months.
This kind of makes me feel emotional, because I feel like I am taking caring of myself when I do this. I love cooking breakfast for others, when we were kids, as a family we would stay up until the wee hours of the morning, and I would be in the kitchen making tea and hot choclate, and eggs, and toast for everyone. We would sit around and joyfully consume the breakfast, and making others happy, overwhelming, brought joy to me.
I feel like, love is an action that you do today, instead of it being something you magically put on the back burner, for a time somewhere in the future
Eventually, I’ll get my life together. Eventually, I’ll begin to love myself. Eventually…
Until, eventually never comes, and you look at your life, wondering what happened? What happened to the possiblities of you realizing your dreams? Do I really want to be stuck in emotional limbo, waiting for me to be happy? OR can I start right now?
With making myself, some breakfast. I was hungry, and I ate. Taking care of my needs like that, creating something for myself, and remembering the joy of cooking, all were better than laying in bed hungry.
I do that. Which is part of my eating disorder: eat when I am hungry, instead of give myself healthy three meals daily. When you’re younger, you hear it all the time, you need to eat three meals a day! Snack in between! But I never do that. I always hold off until the very end, until I am able to get maybe a sandwhich in.
I wonder how my body would change, if I fed myself breakfast, lunch, and dinner, everyday? How does that effect my productivity?