My body is my TEMPLE, in every sense of the word.  I nurture my body the best way that I know how.  I strongly believe in balanced diet.  I have reduced my intake of  processed foods.  I enjoy, and refuse to live without my fruits and vegetables,  and eat them as often as I can.  I am very resourceful.  I recycle most foods and transform them into new creations.  I respect and honor the earth, and is now on the path to eating directly from it, and even more so, since I’ve become aware that my body heals itself from the inside out, therefore I can and will heal and put a stop to this endometriosis.

I eat several times per day. All Day.  I DON’T diet or believe in dieting. My mouth is always in motion. I don’t eat junk.  You will never see the word “soda” on my grocery list, however, you will see lots of produce, herbs, seafoods and meats.

My body is so accustomed to that “eat all day” routine, that if I deviate just a tad bit, my equilibrium becomes dismantled.  I have diagnosed myself with hypoglycemia ( blood sugar/glucose level decreases).  It is the nastiest feeling ever.  It is the opposite of hyperglycemia, where your blood glucose level is too high= diabetes. I become sluggish and just want to lay in bed all day, and be serviced (with healthy, natural foods).

I aim for perfection and will become frustrated with my family/household, for not preparing my meals properly, meaning: the WAY THAT I DO or MY WAY.  Usually, I end up completing most tasks myself.  Call me crazy, but presentation is key.  It is essential.  I will say this repeatedly: I EAT WITH MY EYES FIRST.  I don’t care if it’s a simple bread and butter sandwich, make it presentable; slice it on the diagonal and serve it on a “pretty” plate, and please place my bowl of cereal on a plate….a salad plate, a dinner plate, a pretty plate…..PLEASE.

So now, I’m in bed and it’s taking everything in my being to rise on my feet.  But, I have to, because THEY (my family) won’t prepare it to suit my needs. Don’t get me wrong.  I still love them in all their wrongness and imperfections.  Hey, everybody can’t and won’t be me.  That’s the reason God created us all, in HIS own uniqueness.

It’s all my fault though.  I do take full responsibility for my episode.  Time was against me yesterday and I ran off to work in a hurry.  My husband tried to be helpful. No, correction…..he was helpful.  He boiled me two eggs ( which I gobbled down really fast) and also made me a cup of peppermint tea. I didn’t cook a thing.  OMG!  and I didn’t have time to pack any lunch to take to work with me either.

So, I went to work and did the unthinkable. I am so ashamed.  I BOUGHT LUNCH IN THE CAFETERIA AT WORK!  Why oh why did I do that?  Shame, Shame, Shame on me!  I was DESPERATE!  The fish and chips that I purchased did absolutely nothing for me, other than made me dizzy.  It wasn’t satisfying and it didn’t fill any kind of void whatsoever.  A total waste of my time and money!  And if you know me, you will know that I don’t squander money.  I’m an educated consumer who prefers  to waste my money (splurge) on FOOD and HOME DECOR. Everything else takes back seat (not a priority).

My body understands and is aware when foreign objects have trespassed.  If you have had the opportunity to work with me in the past, you will know when Angeline has arrived. You WILL smell my homemade lunch a mile away. The aroma is simply unparalleled to that of others. Even when you are not in the same department as I am….YOU WILL KNOW.

Today, I will redeem myself.  I will have some fruits and will take my lunch to work.  I will make time to eat and not rush my food.  I won’t overdo it.  I have got to shake this feeling and I have got to go to work…..again.