Lower highs and lower lows on the weight front. That’s the name of the game! Plus, yesterday I had the first appearance of my third eye. More on that in a moment.
Zero + ; Dime; M: 98 ; C: 61 ; P/U: 50 ; W : 4mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 214
- BMI: 28.9
- Fat %: 22.2
I just started reading a new book: A Buddha Walks Into a Bar by Lodro Rinzler. I’m looking forward to the author’s insights as I approach 100 days of meditation and incorporating these into my daily practice.
In this morning’s Lojong meditation I practiced the five elements: earth, water, fire, air, and ether. I connected most with water and fire. I could feel myself floating along on the surface of the water and the fire burning in my heart. Interesting sensations to feel during a meditation. I’m going deeper and deeper. Shit’s getting real now.
Even crazier was the sudden appearance of my third eye. It manifested as a sensation in the center of my forehead, right above the space between my eyebrows. I’ve had what I previously described as a third eye feeling, but it was off center. Rather than be where one might expect, it was off to the right, directly above my right eye.
This morning’s third eye experience was different in that the tingling was dead in the center of my forehead. It was also much more intense. I hope this means that my thinking is becoming more centered as I progress in my daily practice.
The Drive to Drink Alcohol
Meditation has caused my desire to smoke, ingest, or otherwise consume cannabis to disappear entirely. As a result, marijuana has become a non-presence in my life. Alcohol, on the other hand, remains a constant nagger.
Yesterday, as I drove by the liquor store on my way home from work, the tantalizing thought of buying some beer leapt to mind. The thought was driven by my little buddy – the voice in the back of my mind.
Not to be thwarted, I employed R.A.I.N. to created space between that thought and the action of stopping to buy beer. I recognized it: obsessive desire. I allowed it: welcome desire, let’s sit down and discuss this alcohol you want. And I investigated it: the desire stemmed from a bad-ish and exhausting day at work and a lack of sleep the previous night. This bad day provided an opportunity for the voice. I non-associated myself from the thought: I’m not this thought or this desire. Then I released them both.
This all transpired within the few short seconds it took to drive past the store. Then it was too late to stop without turning around in heavy traffic. That would’ve been a pain. So, I continued home beer free.
Today will be “11teen” but I may hold the ‘+’ because I kind of want a frozen yogurt.
