Over the next few months we are going to be exploring self-care, SANE perspectives and struggles relating to my one word for the year: Body.
In the last post I mentioned my failed detox attempt and identified that thing in me that reaches for the fast & fabulous fix instead of the daily, habitual small practices that are more healthy for me in every way.
It’s a recurring lesson for me which is why I re-read Anne Lamott books and why I always pay attention around my mum.
My mum is great at doing the small things. She is the only person I know who serves salad with fish and chips! And it works! She bothers with the piece of fruit or the yoghurt after lunch. She will peel a mandarin orange for everyone at the table after dinner and we will eat it as we chat, barely noticing. She and dad drink hot water every morning and take time for supper every night. Ramen noodles in our house is usually… ramen noodles. At my parents’ it is a balanced meal topped with sliced egg and ham, corn, spinach… and probably a mandarin orange afterwards.
When I was a girl I attended a camp every summer in Bushmills, where my mum was a leader in the senior section. At some point during that week away mum would sneak me a brown paper bag of plums and nectarines from the local fruit & veg shop. I can still remember how good they tasted. I didn’t realise she was doing it to make sure I ate fruit at least once that week, in between the fizzy drinks and multiple tuck shop visits.
Too often I am still waiting for someone else to sneak me that brown paper bag, or peel me a mandarin. Eating fruit is such a small thing that seems inexplicably beyond me sometimes, especially when I display such mastery at using the toaster. A few weeks ago I tried to address this by drinking a zillion cucumbers, when actually I just need to eat a few pieces of fruit.
Every season and every circumstance brings its own challenges. What are yours? What are your practices of self-care? Even if you aren’t great at caring for your body, what one thing do you take time for that is a small victory? If it’s hard to prepare a good meal because you’re busy or bored or stressed or lonely, what helps? How do you care for your own body in the midst of caring for your business or your kids or a parent or the poor or your mental health or your class or your congregation? Would love to hear…
(I’m excited to have some guest posts coming in September and October to explore this word further)