177 kcal a porzione (4-5 tartufi)
Ingredienti per 4-5 porzioni
1 busta di BUDINO SLIMBEL gusto cioccolato
200 ml di latte scremato
1 busta di REDUNAT TRANSIT
25 gocce di dolcificante PECVA LIQUIDO
3 buste di APINAT al cacao
6-8 biscotti FIBROKI cacao
Mescolare la busta di Budino con il latte, aggiungere la busta di Redunat e il Pecva. Mescolare anche i biscotti spezzettati finemente con il mixer. Formare delle palline e farle riposare in congelatore, una volta congelate passarle nel cacao e poi servirle 😊. #dolcelight#naturhouse#cioccolato#latte#cacao#biscotti#dolcificante#peccatodigola#light
Can you believe I overheard a teenage girl and her dad talk about something “disgusting” today and I assumed they were talking about my body? Me? The way my jacket hitched up when I was loading my car and you could see the skin above my jeans? The way he looked at me in passing after she said the word? Disgusting: what a heavy word. And I went back to my car and sat. And the girl didn’t look at me once and the man went about putting the cart back. I left the parking lot silently fuming at them. I left the parking lot running away from their judgement.
And on the way home I realized that there was not one shred of actual evidence to suggest they were talking about me. The only reason I thought that word from her lips applied to me was because I have already applied it to myself. Part of myself believes I am, indeed, disgusting. I have doused myself in feelings of disgust, shame, anger, guilt, inadequacy, inferiority, and a general sense of just wishing-I-were-different for far too long. It is amazing how much shame I have been able to carry in my body.
And so I let the word disgusting go. It is not mine. It does not belong to me. I do not and will not let it be a part of the way I see myself.
And I sat in the sun and just let the light bathe me.
Tonight I moved my body however it wanted to move. I swiveled my hips and ran my hand across my torso and I just luxuriated in being in this body. Just for me. Dancing can truly be this amazing celebration of our bodies and being alive. It is a process to learn how to fully love and accept my body. To claim my power and no longer belittle or seek to change myself for others. Dancing is helping me do this. So is writing to you.
So today I hope you can find some time to revel in the experience of being in your body. To feel the aliveness within. To just allow yourself to be without wanting to compare or change anything. To move your body how it wants to move and have fun with it. To feel how incredible your body actually is. It is always worth it to practice loving ourselves a little bit more each day. Love,