July 24, 2021 by Molly Patrick
Pants, potato mashers, and your superpower
Do you know what it takes to flood your body with fancy-sounding nutrients, like isothiocyanates, phenolics, and carotenoids, that in my mind only smart people can pronounce and spell properly, and that also sound like they definitely belong in a porno?
It takes eating food on the daily that is grown in the ground of the very thing that gives us life: planet Earth. I’m talkin' veggies, fruits, beans, grains, nuts, and seeds. Unprocessed and not fucked with.
It takes splashing some water on your face, throwing your hair into a bun, putting on some pants (I mean...), leaving your house, and going to that special place where groceries are exchanged for money.
It takes crushing on the produce section, and having a few hot flings in the bulk bin aisle.
Then it takes going home and spending quality time in the magic room.
The room where carrots, onions, potatoes, turmeric, and cashews are transformed into cheesy sauce to drown your pasta and smother your potatoes.
Where tofu reshapes into ricotta to top cold, crisp romaine.
Where corn, zucchini, bell pepper, butter beans, and spices ascend into a skillet of summertime orgasms for your mouth.
This isn’t just a room with a stove, a fridge, and that one drawer that surprisingly holds five times more things than it has room for, including your mom’s potato masher from 1972 that has a light green handle and a worn black burn mark on the side.
This is the room where all of your dreams begin. This is the room where you take back your life. This is the room where you leave feeling-like-shit at the door, and in its place you uncover energy, purpose, pride, love for yourself, clarity, direction, and feeling better than you’ve ever felt physically, mentally, and spiritually.
This is the room where everything starts to change.
But this room can’t make magic with ingredients alone. It needs the secret sauce. And that secret sauce is YOU, showing up to make the magic happen.
Yes, it might take putting on pants, figuring out where to track down turmeric, wrestling with that one drawer for 13 actual minutes before you unlodge the potato masher while scraping your left knuckle, discovering your blender needs the lid on before you start blending, and doing way more dishes in a day than is reasonable for one human wearing pants.
But the reward? Oh, my friend. The reward is pornographic-sounding nutrients flooding your body. Every. Single. Day.
THIS is your superpower.
THIS is what you will thank yourself for 20 years from now.
THIS is what keeps you young as you age.
THIS is what helps you sleep soundly.
THIS is what keeps you from being bloated.
THIS is what gives you the energy to play with your kids and grandkids.
THIS is the thing everyone will notice but can’t quite put their finger on. They will call it a glow, and you will feel it inside out, head to toe.
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.
I challenge you to find your superpower.
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