I was just thinking the other day how long it’s been since I’ve had a cold… or any illness, really, and I felt inwardly smug. I prided myself on how my super-healthy eating and workout routines obviously keep my immune system impervious to germs.
I’m sitting here this morning with my face completely blocked up with you-know-what, because you know what?? I occasionally need reminders that I can’t control everything with my (sometimes-over-) disciplined lifestyle. And as much as I hate a cold, I appreciate these little reminders, because it takes the pressure off to make sure everything is “perfect” or even “as I planned” all the time. Because there is also joy in letting go & living in the moment. Anybody relate?
Most of my exercise is pretty regimented, what with teaching the bootcamps and all. I
want need to be very intentional about how I structure the classes, with safety, progress, and fun (in that order, ha!) as my goals for each one. (Ask my bootcamp girls if I always get #3 in!!) That said, I always want to leave room in my life for spontaneous workouts and activities, such as the sprint training I’ve been doing with Tommy & Theda to help them prepare for track tryouts. I never want to be so exhausted from my weekly workouts that I can’t go have fun with my kids. Because the whole point of exercise is to have more energy in your life, not less, right?? It’s not the workouts themselves, but the energy you gain from them, that is the real benefit.
The same principle can apply to eating and cooking. I mean, we can’t be so regimented and “planned” in our eating that there is no room for deviation, right?? This week I hosted 2 cooking classes… same Thai food menu, but over 2 days because I had so many people wanting to attend- my dream!! Each class was so much fun!
We shredded papaya with a tiny little tool that costs about p25 ($0.50,) and a lot of deltoid strength. We threaded chicken & tofu satay onto bamboo skewers and turned our fingers positively orange from the turmeric in the marinade. We cooled our palates with mango sorbet that hardly needed any sugar, the mangoes were so sweet…
And the 2nd class turned into a birthday party…
Two of the girls brought a glorious birthday cake, someone popped a bottle of Prosecco (it might have been the first of many, I’m not sure because I was cooking,) and while everyone participated in the food prep, the atmosphere was somewhat, um… less studious than in the first class. But both classes were a complete joy… because cooking together and being together is a joy. And that is the whole point.
So sometimes the point is not what we think it is, but rather just discovering joy in the given moment. Maybe next time I’ll figure that out without the need for Kleenex first…
Happy weekend, everyone!