It ain’t over till it’s over. Food season that is. Meaning this. A week in New York with weddings birthday celebrations, food. Than Purim here in Cleveland, a wonderful little holiday full of fun, getting tipsy, and one of my all time favorites, hammantaschen, as seen above. Along with more food.
Haman was the bad guy in the Purim story, and I can never figure out why my most favorite thing to eat on Purim resembles his hat. Shouldn’t we be commemorating Mordechai who was the good guy with a scrumptious bakery item as well? It seems wrong somehow.
Last year we even attempted to make “healthier” hammantaschen. The results were … Let’s just say….less than ideal.
But here is what I have discovered. If I eat really healthy 95 percent of the time Birthdays and Purim really don’t matter, or at least not as much as you might think they do.
What does matter is how fast you get back on the horse after you fall off. Get back on fast and minimal to no damage done. If it becomes an every three or four day habit, recipe for disaster.
The one thing that did surprise me was what a difficult time I had at the gym upon my return. Not that I go every day, but after just one week off, wow was I sore.
Anyhow, the point is that to achieve some kind of balance in life, sometimes we all need to do things off our own plan, otherwise family and friends will say “you are no fun!” In the end, we are all part of a community of people. And sometimes being a part of the crowd can be important. So get out, deviate from your plan, and then get right back to it.