Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food

 

In November, the World Cup began and ended on December 18th. I've recovered from lack of sleep. As I kept watching players' physical abilities and game progress without making a fuss. That's my way of watching without making any noise. But, at least with just my feeling for the mood of the world cup, I took account into Argentina and Morocco's victory, so I consume a lot of Malbec red wine, which is the most famous for its production in Argentina, and Moroccan couscous but made in France. I felt heavy in my body. Gluten is especially suspect.

Rebuilding eating habits is almost automatic in my mind. 

Just collect information and inform them that I want it once I've decided to do so.

The awakening of physical consciousness. As if you were awaiting the moment when your natural qualities would bloom.

The skin would be smooth and the body would be healed. The days are so busy that it's hard to have a decent meal!

This is an area where I can activate my five senses and use my physical abilities to experience the real world.

That's a lifestyle to create a beautiful life.

It seems like I'm pushing myself to the point where I have lucid dreams about couscous. It won't be clear until I eat after Month-long gluten-free diet. I'm planning on eating it occasionally if I don't have a strong allergy to it.

Hippocrates' quote is used here : Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food