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| Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. (Swedish proverb) |
Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.
(Sicilian proverb) |
Your friend is that man who knows all about you, and still
likes you. (Elbert Hubbard) |
You can always tell a real friend; when you've made a fool of
yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job. (Laurence J. Peter) |
Friends are family you choose for yourself. |
| 2005 January February March April May June July August September October November December 19th December, 2005 If you have been a raw foodist for a while, chances are that you will have to face some old addictions and deal with the issue of emotional eating. This is something I am going through right now. Suddenly, issues with salt have surfaced and I have realized that this is one issue that I have not resolved yet. I've heard from fellow raw foodists how salt induces cooked food cravings, and how good they felt after getting rid of salt in their diet. I have not taken a step yet to make permanent changes in this direction yet. However, I am acutely aware of the issue, and I know I've got to do something to break the cycle. On top of that, I have not been in my best mood recently, to which a number of things contributed, partly too much work and not enough rest. I have succumbed to emotional eating, and on occasions, my healthy eating patterns flew out of the window. I am feeling rather miserable today. My other, determined (as always) part, drives me in a positive direction. I look forward to moving to the new home. I use this opportunity to rearrange things. For example, TV is planned not to be a part of the loungeroom anymore (use only for making home-movies is anticipated) . Cooked-food gadgets and other never-used items which clatter the space, will find their place in a shed, before being disposed off completely, I guess. Cleaning things inside out. I suppose this relates to my self as well. "After
every night, a day comes.
After every storm, a silence. Suddenly, birds wake up and fly." |