I’ve recently changed to eating One Meal a Day. This is not for everyone and before you judge the action consider that eating multiple meals a day and overeating isn’t healthy either. There are a few reasons why I chose to eat one meal a day.
* I don’t have to worry about scheduling breakfast in my morning routine or bringing a lunch to work.
* I easily get out of having to attend marketing lunches that take too much time out of my work day.
* It’s a spiritual thing. Eating one meal a day allows me to detach from the desire for food. Using this basic human attachment as practice for the bigger things is a good place to start for my spiritual practice. The monks advocate it.
* It closes the door on the addiction to food. While other addictions are complete abstinence, food isn’t that way obviously. If I limit the time spent focusing on food and eating it enables me to control the addiction. It’s not a matter of willpower or diet.
* If I eat only one meal a day I can eat what I want. As I go further on the timeline I do crave whole, healthy foods. This is more natural than many diets out there since it falls into hunter-gatherer mode. I tend to eat better quality and pay attention to what I put in my mouth since I have less options to start with. One plate. One meal.
* There’s less mess to clean up. This is pretty self explanatory.
* I spend less on groceries because I am not buying snack foods or “quick” foods anymore.
In one easy step this is another way I have simplified my life and moved towards becoming a minimalist. At times it’s challenging to follow but I think it is worth it and it’s easier than you might think. If you ate only one meal a day what would you eat? How would it change the way you live? Would it give you quality of life?
The first intention was to get rid of clutter and clear my mind and my stress level. There was simply too much chaos in my life. Then it became a bit addictive to clear things out and give them away. It felt good knowing that some things that we didn’t need or weren’t being used would be going to a home that most likely would be thrilled with them. As I gave away hundreds of things and threw away truly worn out trash I went to the extreme. Sometimes I threw away sentimental things or even clothes that I wished I had later on. No longer was it simply peace but I was going to the extreme to seemingly fulfill a vision I had. It’s true that if I had my way about it I would be one of those minimalist nomads that travel the unbeaten path and only own what’s in my backpack. I don’t live that kind of life though. I have children both adult and grade school. I have a husband that although he enjoys not having junk around, is simply never going to be a minimalist. Struggle.
To put things in perspective, becoming a minimalist is not about fulfilling an image or creating criteria based upon what other people will think of you. It’s not about being part of a group or giving up everything. I always say that it’s a journey. Sometimes you come back to where you’ve been and you even find different comfort levels. I finally realized that it’s not about the number of pieces of clothing in my closet or a contest to see how much I can get rid of in 30 days. Becoming a minimalist is about keeping only what is important. If something has meaning or function there isn’t a reason to get rid of it. Becoming a minimalist is such an individual adventure. Only you can decide what is right for you. It’s building a life not breaking it down.
We don’t have to give up everything, just the notion that there are rules.