Foodie at heart?

Is it a good sign that I was planning out my breakfast while still half asleep in bed this morning? I don't really consider myself a foodie, just a lover of quality food, but in true foodie fashion, I had a vision by the time I got into the kitchen this morning. What I wanted was a sprouted wheat bagel with butter and a few chocolate chips sprinkled on it. (Don't worry, I also had a half with cream cheese and jam, much more normal and less filled with saturated fat.) That buttery, chocolatey bagel half was total perfection and exactly what my body wanted. Perfect with a cup of fresh, small batch roasted fair trade coffee from the farmers' market.

There is such satisfaction in really being in tune with your body and honoring what it wants. Yes, often my body wants chocolate or a second piece of cake. I do not always give in. But I am always surprised that when I really listen, my body often craves greens or veggies or fruit. My body really does know best and I try hard to honor it.

Tonight I honored my brain's wants: to make use of the yummy, local goat cheese in my fridge in the form of pizza with homemade crust and sauce, topped with cremini mushrooms, spinach, sun-dried tomatoes, a sprinkle of mozzarella, and creamy dollops of goat cheese. Amazing!

Also, all of my Google Buzz updates are about food. I am obsessed.