Pooh wanted the honey...but he wasn't strong enough to climb the tree and get it...so he painted a balloon grey and floated up to the bees nests while poor Piglet paced back and forth beneath the tree exclaiming "tut tut..looks like rain!" in an effort to convince the bees that the balloon was in fact a cloud and that the bear below the balloon should be somehow ignored Poor Piglet typically bore the brunt of Pooh's misguided plans and schemes (which typically centered around honey and the acquisition and consumption thereof). I always felt badly for Piglet as a child. It isn't that Pooh meant to cause him anxiety but he did....again and again. As a child what I missed in these stories was the willingness of Pooh to come up with new and creative ideas in his ever present quest for honey....I got lost in Piglet's anxiety...
As I have navigated this new (but not so exciting) way of eating I have had to get creative in my ever present quest for satiation. The blue skies today provided some much needed emotional nutrition and my now increasingly automatic habit of food preparation fed my stomach. I still haven't got the timing down...which is what I think reminded me of Pooh...he came so close so many times...and then, when he was actually able to eat all he wanted...he became trapped (in the Rabbit hole) and had to thin up for a few days while Rabbit drew a face on his butt and hung dish rags from his feet. I feel like this sometimes...and then I feel like Piglet...all worried about a million things I can't control.
I am getting stronger...I'm not sure scientifically if this diet can work this fast but I am noticing a new confidence in myself at the gym. I am also getting more and more interested in the lifting aspect of my hour a day at White Mountain Crossfit....see I have always been all about the conditioning...and truthfully that is what gets me fired up, but I am also competitive with myself and as I watch the elite athletes in my gym power clean, or snatch, or jerk the bar over their head in a motion that reminds me of a ballet dancer I want to be able to do it too. I know what is happening to me...I am gaining confidence not because of the diet but because I am following the diet. It isn't the food...it's the sacrifice...the willful attempt of something outside my comfort zone for a bigger gain. Like giving up diet coke for the cross-country season...each diet coke free day would build my resolve and thus increase my desire which in turn made me more confident. (It was actually Skye who pointed this out to me...) and then I remembered that I aways had my runners make some small but meaningful sacrifice for the cross-country season...for the very reason just stated. I have also noticed that I am gaining resolve in other areas of my life...professionally, personally, and of course physically. It is exhilarating...
It is supposed to be rainy again tomorrow and I guess that even if the bees don't believe him I feel pretty sure that Pooh will eventually get just the right amount of honey. It will be rainy tomorrow...but that's okay...tomorrow is Football Friday....which will be some crazy workout that will leave me on all fours with a big ole smile on my face...now that's my kinda honey...
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