Yesterday was the first social, the first party to introduce Beautycounter to Raleigh.
My host, the fabulous Christie Haymond of Simply Rooted, made a gorgeous, gluten-free brunch with egg and sausage fritata, bacon-wrapped dates, kale salad, roasted carrot and avocado salad, and my absolute, new favorite, baked figs (candy sweet), they were gone when we looked for them later.
We offered little glasses of mimosas made with OJ or kombucha (an experiment that could very well lead to the mimosa of the future).
Yes, we went overboard. We probably would have been fine with a little salad and the tea, but my struggle with food, mixed with my total love for Simply Rooted made it a selfish, no-brainer to have Christie do her thing in the kitchen.
The social was a success, though on the surface may not have seemed so if we’re talking straight sales. Seven people now know about Beautycounter, and I may have inspired two awesome girls to come on board.
With the calendar heading toward the libran zodiac (my birth sign represented by the scales) the Universe did exactly what it does, even if I had wished for a more extreme end to the event. It was balanced, and balance is good.
Today, I have paperwork to complete from yesterday’s event, but what I keep thinking about was a conversation I had with Christie regarding my personal relationship with food, and my deep desire to get healthy through a proper diet; the one area of my life that needs to be in balance and fights me every bite.
She talked about the kind of hunger that doesn’t come from food, the same message I received twenty years ago when my therapist told me to hug my nephew instead of eating a bag of cookies.
Sort of only different.
Christie talked about how traditional therapists weren’t exactly wrong when it came to their prescription for squashing the use of food as a drug. In a way it does make sense to fill the emptiness with something other than what we put in our mouths.
But try to tell that to a girl who knows how good that bag of cookies will make her feel, albeit temporarily. If that girl wants to eat the bag of cookies, she’s going to. A hug isn’t always going to break that pattern.
So the problem isn’t about her choice for fulfillment, it’s what she does to herself later, in her mind.
Maybe it’s okay if that girl feels like eating the bag of cookies, but can she do it without mentally beating herself up?
After a good night’s sleep, I’m ready to tackle the patterns.
A new day to fill up on love and foods from the Earth, while finalizing paperwork from the event.
And speaking of love …
The Dickers arrived yesterday.
Re-booting while wearing the perfect boots.
How about them apples?
The hub for all I do, marthawills.com documents life from a working mom's point of view. When not mothering, I manage the social media needs of small businesses through Wills Media Group, LLC, and write a weekly column for Raleigh's News & Observer online entitled, Are We There Yet? Most recently, my passion for health and wellness led me to become involved as a consultant for Beautycounter, a company that's making a difference by educating about toxins in products, spreading the word via the web.
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