Can I Eat, Pray, Love at Home? Day 1

For some reason, everyone I know right now is a bit lost right now. Whether it's a brokenheart, starting over, a new city, or losing a loved one, a lot of the people I know are trying to work it out. 

A few weeks ago, I downloaded that app TimeHop onto my phone and I found this quote from Elizabeth Gilbert, "Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be." Anyway, it made me think, do I need to travel around the world to put the pieces of myself back together again or can I do it from home?  

So here I go, 3 weeks, EAT, PRAY, LOVE!  

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Day One: Part of the joy she finds when traveling in Italy is rediscovering her guilt-free love of food. Well, I love food but I definitely do feel guilty when eating it. So screw it, I am going to say good to guilt and eat. Breakfast: gluten free crackers with truffle goat cheese. It was delicious and I even ate it while I answered emails. I did, however, force myself to savor every bite. Lunch: CHOCOLATE FLOURLESS CAKE. That's right. I said it! And I  AM NOT GOING TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT IS FUCKIBG DELICIOUS. Namaste, bitches. Also, I have a cappuccino because they are tasty and in Italy that's what you do.  Then I take my dogs for a walk because that's also big in Italy. We use to walk after every meal. It was quite lovely. But now  I remember why I don't really drink caffeine. Hello, heart palpitations! 

 see how far I am in edits in Final Draft

see how far I am in edits in Final Draft

After this I meet up with Steph where we talk about boys and dissect the words "I love you" and their meaning under different contexts. I walk around exploring the different parts of Venice Beach and wishing I was in Italy. 

Dinner: saag paneer. It's good and I have a cold. Whenever I have a cold I only want Indian food. Not entirely sure why. The food was all good and I ate without any thoughts towards what's healthy. I don't feel better or happier but the food was good. 

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Maybe I need to be eating Italian food or maybe you have to actually go to Italy and cry over exes and go lingerie shopping and struggle to get into jeans? Or maybe dear ole Lizzie G, was just cramming pizza down her throat as a way of numbing her emotions? #emotionaleating  

Either way, another 6 days of eating! Bring on the bloat!