Tonight as I was cleaning the kitchen, I poured the remnant of my brother's unfinished orange soda down the drain. As I crushed the can, the fizzy scent filled the air and it brought me back to the days when I used to drink the bright-colored stuff.
It was never a frequent thing. Soda -- and orange soda in particular -- was a treat I sometimes craved. But when I got a whiff of it tonight, I didn't crave it. Sure, it smelled good -- great even. I thought to myself, What a great air freshener scent this would be. I'd put it in my car. This is big. They say that scent is the sense most closely tied to memory; and these memories had no effect on me, or rather they didn't have the effect I was used to. I love that I've gradually embraced healthy eating. Learning to appreciate food for its natural taste, color and texture has been a really fun and interesting journey, to say the least. I'm calling this my Orange Soda Moment because it's such a milestone -- a symbol of me learning to let go....to let go of disordered eating...of an unhealthy body image...of the negative words that often spew out of my mouth...and of the past.
What's your Orange Soda Moment?