Friden vid vägs ände

Idag har jag för första gången – definitivt inte sista – ätit pizza vid Friden vid vägs ände, som det står på den lilla anspråkslösa skylten ute vid vägen. Vägs ände är det, vägen slutar vid Friden gårdskrog, stället som gör vedeldade pizzor mer smakrika än alla pizzor jag någonsin ätit. För att inte tala om chokladtryffeln jag tog till teet som kocken svängde ihop när vi kom dryftade våra önskemål med servitrisen – en kanelstång, finskurna ingefärsbitar och ett par nejlikor. Honung och nypressad citron till det – mmm! Äppelmusten gick inte av för hackor den heller.

Bäst av allt… helheten. Energin runt stället, den fridfulla stämningen inomhus, kaminens värme som spred sig i det vackra rummet med de än vackrare fönstren, den avslappnade och hemma-hos:iga känslan, som förstärktes av personalens sätt att föra sig i rummen.

White Guide-anslagen sitter uppspikade på planket vid parkeringen, varje år från 2008 till i år. Elva år i rad. Till och med jag, som inte bryr mig så särdeles om restaurang-ranking, blir lätt impad. Kanske blir jag än mer impad av att det inte står ett ord om detta på hemsidan. Fridens alltså. I White Guide hittar jag Friden. Så klart.

Och jag, ja, jag fann friden. Och skulle mer än gärna ta mig tillbaka – var så säker på att detta var första, men långt från sista gången jag besöker Friden!

The choice is mine

Now. I might just be really slow on the uptake, but I was seriously astounded by an aha-moment I had a few months ago when I read what went something like this:

Each time you eat you have a choice, whether or not to put something in your mouth that brings you either towards health or towards unhealth.

Now, I am very conscious about food and know what’s healthy etc, but still – the simplicity of this statement brought me to a stand still. I froze. And realized the beauty of actually putting it down to this, each and everytime I either eat or drink. Because sometimes I might not care, I’d rather choose something yummy and totally bad for me than refrain. And that’s fine. Because othertimes I’ll choose to refrain or to pick and choose more carefully, in order to actually bring me towards physical health.
Now, for some things I’d rather have a once-in-a-lifetime-choice to make rather than having to decide each and every time. But for other things, not so prone towards the never-again-option that pops into my head when I think about this. For the #cleanse4expansion project I’m currently running, I decided when I started to do a minimum of 15 minute of daily cleansing. Easy. Choice made. Mind made up. And yup, I’ve stuck by it, because I said I would. But when it comes to eating and drinking, I’ve certainly thought about it a lot, but haven’t made any decisions like that. Yet. Might. Who know’s right?
But still. The ”stop eating crap all the time”-diet certainly appeals to me. That’s for sure. And I don’t. Eat crap all the time, that is. Once in a while, yup. Haven’t gone absolute on this. Yet, as I just said. I might. I am certainly well on my way to a severely reduced crap-intake, that’s for sure. Being flexitarian I very rarely eat meat (and when I do, it’s very seldom ”industrial-grade” meat), on account of this our skillet is very rarely used, I eat more and more organic food, lots of fruits and vegetables, my morning green smoothies are to die for, the raw food balls I make are an excellent snack together with a handful of (organic and soaked) almonds, and so on.
But am I a purist? No. Not at all. I eat the occational take-away pizza. Chips, cakes, popcorn, desserts. I eat candy. Or at least did. Am contemplating cutting candy out of my diet actually – with the exception of chocolate. I love chocolate, dark, organic, preferably plain. Yum. Well. You get the picture. And the thing is, being more aware that there is a choice to eat/drink my way towards health or unhealth makes the choice to go for the healthy stuff easier and easier. But it all comes down to one thing: I feel better. I have more stamina. My body and I are becoming good friends. I listen more to what my body is telling me, and I am more loving towards it. I want it to thrive!
So, have you tried the new ”stop eating crap all the time”-diet yet?

Pizza to die for

20140415-215714.jpgOn my final day in New York, I went with my friend Rachel to Grand Central Terminal to see her off on her way home. It’s an amazing building, finished in 1913. Walked back to the hotel, and after attending my podcall for Supercoach Academy, I got ready to head out for the last hours of New York City of that specific trip, that is.

I decided to go for lunch at Tavola, the Italian restaurant close to our venue, where we had our pod lunch last week. I had the best pizza of my life then, and I felt like taking a raincheck. Chose a different pizza this time around though, but boy, was it good!


As you can see, I’m not the only one writing about Tavola, However, I’m pretty sure my blog post won’t cause such a crowd as the WSJ-article apparently did. The place was jam smacked, but I managed to get a spot at the bar.

20140415-215013.jpgI am not the best at eating out by myself though, I get kind of self-concious, and feel a bit awkward and disconnected. But at least I didn’t let that feeling stop me from having a great NY-send off lunch! At my house it’s not an issue, eating alone, but having people around in a restaurant… I guess this is a great example of how my feelings are a direct result of my thinking. Since I start to think all kinds of weird thoughts like I am probably the only one eating lunch by myself, or I bet the other people here think I’m a strange and weird person not having any lunch company, or Haha, look at her, she’s having lunch all alone, poor thing.

The funny thing is, I bet most people are so into their own experience they are not at all concerned about the other patrons at the restaurant. And if they are, why wouldn’t they just as easily be thinking That pizza she’s eating looks really good, I wonder which kind it is, or Look at her, how nice to treat herself to lunch at this great restaurant, or even I like the brown color of her cardigan.

So, if my feelings are a direct result of my thinking, which they are, and my thinking on eating out are make-belief thought about what others MIGHT be thinking about me, why don’t I make up the latter rather than the former, and skip the feelings of awkwardness and disconnection?

Well, because I don’t control what thoughts come into my head, that’s why. But having spotted these particuar thoughts might mean that they vanish faster next time I head out to dine on my own, to be replaced by the latter version of make-belief.

Do you enjoy eating out by yourself at restaurants?