Can we talk about the shitty food that lives in the faculty rooms of most schools across the country?
High school, elementary school, public or private, you name it, I’ve worked in them all.
WHY IS THERE ALWAYS LEFTOVER PROCESSED SUGAR in THIS ROOM?
You KNOOOOOOW that fluorescent-PINK icing on a cookie IS NOT NATURAL!
YOU WOULD NEVER BUY THAT CRAP FOR YOURSELF.
And yet. IT. Just. Happens. In a flash. Down the hatch.
You’ve eaten four cupcakes (“they were just minis”) down the hatch.
Before, I used to go in the Faculty Room to make one stupid copy for my student Hudson who had misplaced his vocabulary homework sheet (again!) and the gravitational force of REALLY bad sheet cake would suck me in again and again and again…
It literally felt like I had no choice in the matter. Like a female lion, I would have ripped your head off if you came between me and food at the end of a long teaching day.
My beautiful teachers, I found another way. And it doesn’t involve willpower or white-knuckling it or having your best friend Molly two classrooms down the hall blindfold you as you make your copies so that you don’t know what’s in that room (true story).
All it takes are two little words: I CHOOSE.
“I choose these brownies because it’s the only thing that makes me feel better after a parent yelled at me, I spilled my coffee on my teacher planner, and I have another faculty meeting after school that I forgot to schedule that will run way over and make me arrive home late again. So, shit yeah, I choose this brownie.”
And that’s ok. You are still 100% worthy.
It’s 100% to choose but realize why you are doing it.
There’s some crappy feelings underneath that are making you choose that brownie and change comes when you start listening to what your brain is doing.
That’s all. I choose to listen. I choose this brownie and that’s ok. I choose to be onto myself.