It feels weird. It feels boring. But boring is where the brain repairs itself. I used to think "intake" was a number. A target to hit.
I realized I had been confusing fueling with feeding . Fuel is rushed. Feeding is sacred. When I slowed down, I ate half as much but felt twice as satisfied. The bloating? Gone. The 3 PM crash? See ya later. We are afraid of quiet because in the quiet, we hear the whispers we’ve been drowning out with podcasts and playlists. emma evans – intake
This month, I decided to run an experiment on myself. I called it . It feels weird
In their place? Gardeners, pottery makers, and poets. I used to think "intake" was a number
I stopped eating in my car. I stopped eating over the sink. I stopped eating while scrolling.