The rain poured down so loud we could hardly hear ourselves talking.  A lunch, arranged weeks ago to support and thank a heart inspired educator for our children was held on the wooden deck here amongst the tree tops.

A vegetarian fare was decided on and we each made a plate of food.  Pesto stuffed mushrooms, cauliflower soup, curry with rice and quinoa and two delicious salads.  Food made thoughtfully and with love was handed around the table as the conversation flowed and stories were shared.

After the meal a pot of green tea is placed on the table next to the plate of chocolatey nutty treats.  The chocolate looked so smooth and I imagine the texture of the nutty centre.  I lost focus on the conversation at the table.  How I would love one of those treats.  My mind felt that it had involuntarily shifted.  I had to concentrate not to reach out and grab the delicious morsel.  I now was only a part time contributor to what was being shared at the table.  The sugar demanded my attention.

I love that so many of my friends prepare and cook their food mindfully with quality ingredients.  I feel so blessed to be in their company.  I learn from them and they inspire me but until I can control my addiction that inspiration won’t be any use to me.

I won this time (except for a small scoop of quinoa).  Does that count?  Probably.

Thank you girlfriends!