Grounding and granola

I admit it.  I have a easy time making goals, and a hard time keeping them.  Some say I’m over-committed, others say I’m wishy-washy. Over ambitious. Unrealistic. Even simply a jerk for making promises that I can’t possibly keep.

In a last-minute lenten experiment in February I swore off the vending machine for 60 days, and hopefully for good.  While it might seem trivial, this was no small feat for me.  Perhaps more so because of my reputation for making and breaking goals, as time wore on my chemical dependence on sugar and chemical additives faded and my resolve grew stronger.

And I did it.

It’s in those dark moments of your life that you go toward the toxic things that give you shallow comfort.  It could be drugs or alcohol; cigarettes or food.  For me, the vending machine was that thing.  So I find it particularly awesome that during a particularly chaotic time for me I haven’t strayed off the path. Even after Easter came and went.

How did you do it, Lauren!?!

Simple: granola.

I can’t completely deny my personality – I’m a person that requires a pacifier from time to time.  I replaced M & M’s with granola and yogurt, nature, and namaste.   Not only did this satisfy my need for a crutch, it gave me energy and health and fortitude.  And now, not a day goes by that I don’t get a little granola in my life.