I pulled the sleeve of crackers out of the box and plopped down on the couch. My partner gave me a sideways look, but I didn’t register it. I registered the first look minutes later when a second look lasered through me. The package of crackers was mostly gone by then. My diet was long forgotten.
I know it doesn’t work to try to change all of my eating habits at once. Backslide is inevitable. I also know the answer is multi-layered and the next step/layer is exercise and a helping of self intent and self worth as a topping. I lack many of these key ingredients. I have an all to unhealthy habit of falling into things and moving from idea to idea like a signal pushed from satellite to satellite trying to find it’s true destination.
I’m watching Gilmore Girls and marveling at the emotional tension the show was able to sustain for seven seasons. It died in moments, but overall Gilmore did it extremely well–even under the scrutiny of repeated watches. I’ve seen the entire series at least twice, because my partner turned em on to it. It is a good habit.