Sadly or not, when I meditate my mind wanders to potato chips. They taunt me with their snap and salt. I try to center my mind back to the state of relaxation as Tara Brach urges me to, but potato chips and pimento cheese dip keep drawing me back to my gut, not to my head. I get chips and pandas.
Try the new oatmeal. It won’t solve anything, but I find that the better days start with oatmeal. Lately, I’ve been adding apples, a spoon of peanut butter, cinnamon, and dash of honey. Again, nothing is solved, but for a few minutes while I eat that bowl of oatmeal my mind is quiet, my belly is warm, and the world feels right.
I bought some American cheese slices recently recalling the love I used to have for them. Sadly, after a couple of slices I had to throw the rest away. My tastebuds must have changed. So disappointing. But chips, almost any kind, always a winner!
Some yoga teaches call it monkey brain, which seems pretty apt. Mindfulness is a good strategy to try too, just don't beat yourself up about the times you go back to autodrive. Start small and build on it. We're rooting for you.
I have stood at the counter, mindlessly munching, hand in bag, hand delivering to mouth and can confirm a small kenshō almost everytime. Depends on flavor and crunchiness.
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I saw a tweet that said reading the news is like micro-dosing trauma and that really stuck with me. I think the effects of being online have made our collective mental scattering so much worse. There's always something to agonize over - especially Ms. Gifford.
Unrelated: I know Myq hangs out here sometimes, so if he's here and reading this, Myq your dad was my saxophone teacher and tennis coach. Great man. I'm so proud of you both. Sorry for using this space to get that off my chest. I have a condition where I feel compelled to tell everyone everything I'm thinking at all times.
Sadly or not, when I meditate my mind wanders to potato chips. They taunt me with their snap and salt. I try to center my mind back to the state of relaxation as Tara Brach urges me to, but potato chips and pimento cheese dip keep drawing me back to my gut, not to my head. I get chips and pandas.
Thanks for brightening my day!
Maybe this is why Homer Simpson's homemade prozac needed more ice cream...
Try the new oatmeal. It won’t solve anything, but I find that the better days start with oatmeal. Lately, I’ve been adding apples, a spoon of peanut butter, cinnamon, and dash of honey. Again, nothing is solved, but for a few minutes while I eat that bowl of oatmeal my mind is quiet, my belly is warm, and the world feels right.
I bought some American cheese slices recently recalling the love I used to have for them. Sadly, after a couple of slices I had to throw the rest away. My tastebuds must have changed. So disappointing. But chips, almost any kind, always a winner!
Some yoga teaches call it monkey brain, which seems pretty apt. Mindfulness is a good strategy to try too, just don't beat yourself up about the times you go back to autodrive. Start small and build on it. We're rooting for you.
I call it Pinball Brain. Just wish I could figure out how to stop hitting the flippers. 😢
Yeah, I single tear emoji’d you. You put it in my brain so what was I supposed to do? *Not* use it?
I teach meditation. The best meditation is the one you do. But yes. Pandas.
I have stood at the counter, mindlessly munching, hand in bag, hand delivering to mouth and can confirm a small kenshō almost everytime. Depends on flavor and crunchiness.
Mental Blaire. I doff my cap.
Get the Waking Up app and keep up with the meditating. It’s very difficult at first but a game changer if you stick with it.
One of your best. All of it.
Stop with the meditating. It's stressful, Michael, the spin cycle always wins.
This is the content that makes me proud to be paid subscriber: Fatty Arbuckle references, Blair Warner and panda pics, and #SnackChat.
I saw a tweet that said reading the news is like micro-dosing trauma and that really stuck with me. I think the effects of being online have made our collective mental scattering so much worse. There's always something to agonize over - especially Ms. Gifford.
Unrelated: I know Myq hangs out here sometimes, so if he's here and reading this, Myq your dad was my saxophone teacher and tennis coach. Great man. I'm so proud of you both. Sorry for using this space to get that off my chest. I have a condition where I feel compelled to tell everyone everything I'm thinking at all times.
The condition of which you speak is pretty common.
Wonderful!