This past month I have been reading. Checking books out at the Library and actually reading them. Novel, I know.
A couple weeks ago I came across "French Women Don't Get Fat". Now, I'm sure most of us have heard of this book, it was published in 2005 (doesn't time FLY?). I know I had, but I couldn't say I knew what it was really about. So, I checked it out.
What I got out of it was that we need to keep our eating moderate, and we need to move more. Really, it reminded me of back in college when I would lose weight during the semester. I had a goal of getting up the RB stairs or Widstoe stairs, two at time without panting and almost fainting at the top. So all semester I would run the stairs on the way to class. I even had a class on the 7th floor of the Kimball Tower one semester. I took the stairs. Now I kind of wish I had a two story house, for that purpose.
Also, it said to never let yourself get hungry (DESPERATE), and to give yourself treats- but not everyday. Make them really treats.
One other thing was the idea of making eating a ritual. We have rituals in our lives everyday, from the way we wash our face, to our bed time routine. I have to say I LOVE this idea. I had gotten very sloppy with my dinning habits. Cleaning the kitchen while my kids ate breakfast, reading or checking email while eating, generally not engaging with my kids, trying to make it a time when I could check out.
Well. I decided to start making meals more of a ritual. I started with breakfast. Later that week I read this on Apartment Therapy. A challenge to make morning rituals. Sadly for them, as well as many of the people commenting, they don't have children. I know some people with children get up at 5 am just to be alone, but I know me. That won't happen unless my husband stops working nights (i.e. I still get woken up a lot at night). But I love mornings. I love slow, calm, happy mornings. This is where I started.
I have found once I sit, it doesn't matter whether the house or kitchen is a mess. The morning light coming through the window and my kids busy picking away the egg shells from their eggs gives me much more peace than trying to get my house clean while they eat. We have made it a ritual in our home.
Now I have become enamored with table cloths and little tea pots.