After the nightmares I endured yesterday, I ate a lot of junk. Fries, ice cream, mix hot chocolate.
When I woke up an hour ago, I felt sick - and in a way that was familiar from stressful weeks this past winter before I began making an effort to eat consciously.
But this morning, I knew what I wanted. It wasn't more ice cream, or white bread, or sweet cereal, or even juice. It was about a litre of water, and some fruit, and some hot tea.
It is excellent to know this much about one's own body. It's a cause for a small celebration. Raise your mugs.