Last night I went on a dinner date with my beloved to a wonderful Italian restaurant called Piatti. I put on a shirt I liked, so I could dress up a bit for my date, and the shirt had grown quite a bit. I was shocked actually that it was as big on me as it was. I started buttoning the top button and it felt like I was buttoning the 2nd button down. I was noticing as I was driving back from New Mexico that my belly was further away from the steering wheel and I kept rubbing it to check if it was still there, it was, and noticing the increased distance, wondering if somehow the seat was able to move back further then I thought. Now shirt and seat show me a kind of measure that says I am succeeding in this program and that I am actually creating an intention and a dream of myself that is shifting completely the old reality into a new form. OK, back to the date. We split the meal with glee and worked with the waiter to turn the salad, pasta and cod into a 3 course meal where each course came and was consciously eaten while having some great conversation. The only place where moderation or restraint wasn’t really practiced was with the bread and the olive oil. I have agreed with mySelf that I wouldn’t eat bread and behind that agreement is an understanding that if the bread is exceptional there may be exceptions. The problem with that understanding is the addictive nature of exceptional bread. I do think that once that wheat hits my body, it stimulates tremendous desire for more bread. My next big restraint challenge comes with the next bread basket, to see what happens to that almost addictive desire if it isn’t fed at all.
I want to take this opportunity to express my deep gratitude to all of you readers out there for your comments, support and acknowledgment. I appreciate the depth to which many of you let yourselves go as you look over what I am writing about and I love the comments, suggestions, thoughts and inspirations that you share here on the blog. Thank you.