The Ink-Pot and the Palette

I've gone around and around with myself on why I'm not more consistent in habits--food and other things--that demonstrably are better for me. I think there was a long period of not actually knowing what was better for me and trying to stick to plans and programs imposed by external authorities.

Then there was a long period of figuring out what messages from my body I could trust (e.g., the difference between an appetite and an addictive craving), and overcoming the the external authority issue.

And then I had to learn that many of my best-laid plans go too much against the flow of the culture I swim in to be very easy. I've come to accept that some of my big ideas, at least some of the time, are just too hard--and I've had to forgive myself and remember that the perfect is the enemy of the good-enough.

It's an interesting journey.