A continuation.

Because the overwhelming response I received from my previous post titled, My Thoughts made me realize how many of us there are out there feeling the same way.

It’s amazing how we connect with each other online, isn’t it?

It’s pretty special.

I love it.

And I love all of you.

You make me smile.

You make me happy.

You make me look forward to hearing your thoughts, your questions, your struggles, your achievements…

Your comments from My Thoughts got me thinking deeper into my true thoughts and I started to ponder a bit more.

I eat a lotta food. And somebody has always got somethin’  to say about it.

Every time.

It’s like, don’t these people have anything else to pick on…worry about…talk about…

Nope.

Doesn’t seem so.

It used to bother me when people teased me for the amount of food that I eat.

Not any more.

Not a bother.

Ya see, life’s too short.

And I’m just beginning to realize this.

I’ve always coined that phrase but now, it’s taking on a new meaning and I’m abiding by it.

Because of my life-long food intolerance’s and recent stomach trauma, I’ve always eaten a large quantity of vegetables and lean proteins.

And somebody’s always got somethin’ ta say about it.

“Where does all that food go?”

“You sure have an appetite for a tiny gal.”

“You’re really gunna eat all that?”

YES.

The answer is yes, I am. And I will. And I do.

Because I am So limited as to what I can eat, that when fresh veggies and lean proteins and health fats come into my hands…

They end up in my belly.

Stat.

I used to be embarrased about how much I ate.

Especially when the airline security check points make fun of me for my extra 10 pound bag of fresh food.

Why did this used to bother me? Why was I letting this happen? Why was I feeling this way?

Probably because I just wanted to be like everyone else who can grab something quick to eat at the airport.

Who was I doing this for?

For me?

For you?

For my friends mother who picks on me every time she sees me or for the guy I’m on a blind date with who is taking me to a pizza place then for ice cream?

UM no.

Gosh, I’ve been traveling so much and reflecting on the different cultures and people I’ve seen … and after almost seven years in corporate America, I’m out.

And I am finally learning how to enjoy life.

How to live. How to use those nice plates for my dinner instead of just using them as props for my food photography.

How to treat myself to a heavy duty loaded salad from whole foods market and not stand up to eat it and run off on my way. No sir. I’m enjoying it.

You can find me sitting pretty in whole foods or at the park munching and smiling. Ya know what else? Music. Wow music is so powerful and a healer as well.

It gives me that surge of energy. That deep deep meditating exhale that is so deep it hurts. That ‘look up at the sky with your hands and arms open wide’ exhale like Kate Winslett on the Titanic.

Ahhhhhhh, right? Feels so good.

Doesn’t it?

So freeing. So light. So heavenly. So real.

I am living. Its my turn to enjoy every second of life whatever happens, whatever comes my way. Money or no money….I am living.

And loving this new reborn life.

If you asked me about any of this last year I would have laughed a bit.

Actually a lot.

But after months and months of pain and tears and frustrations and lies…it’s my turn.

Welcome to the new Me.

Still the happy smiley n’ amiable Amie I’ve been all along but this time I’ve gotta little kick to me.

Watch out… I’m starting anew and so can you.

Just smile.

And come play with me in Central Park. This week… I’m treating myself to a fun leisurely bike ride through Central Park.

Peddle, peddle.
Xo