[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  АРТЕМ КЛЮШИН [@ARTEM_KLYUSHIN](/creator/twitter/ARTEM_KLYUSHIN) on x 730.5K followers Created: 2025-07-28 06:36:01 UTC Day X Sometimes, what you need — plain and simple — is to eat. Not “mindfully.” Not “according to plan.” Not “clean” or “balanced” or whatever today’s trend demands. Just eat. Because food isn’t only fuel. It’s language. The oldest one we know. Honest. Wordless. It doesn’t pretend. It just is. Your body? It doesn’t want a spreadsheet. It wants attention. It whispers, “feed me like I’m worth something.” Not like a machine. Like someone you care about. Like home. You can start the day with breakfast — not your to-do list. Not a screen. Just a slice of bread. Something warm, maybe. Warmth feels good. That’s reason enough. You don’t need macros. Or a game plan. Just sit. Quietly. No running commentary. No guilt. No calorie math. Oddly, the meals made with care — not speed or skill — are the ones that actually nourish. Because food isn’t about control. It’s about contact. Pick up the spoon — and in that moment, you’re already returning. To your body. To right now. To yourself. No rushing. No background noise. You taste — really taste — what you’re eating. Not because it’s deep. Not to prove anything. Just because flavor showed up. Forget mindfulness apps. That first real chew you’ve had in days? That’s your reset button. You eat — and remember: You’re alive. Not just technically. Not hypothetically. But here. In a body that receives, and says, without words, “thank you.” This isn’t about routines. It’s relationship. It’s a kind of self-respect. That quiet, inner “yes” — saying, “you deserve to be fed.” Sometimes care starts with soup. Not a “starter.” Just hot broth and your tiredness, blending together in a bowl. Soup doesn’t have to be photogenic. It just needs to be hot. Tasty. Real. You eat it in socks, under a blanket, with no plan and no rush. And sure — sometimes, food seems like the last thing that could help. You think maybe you should journal. Or sleep. Or process everything first. Then eat. But, real talk? Sometimes a warm bowl of rice clears the fog more than ten pages in a notebook ever could. The body knows. It doesn’t analyze. It speaks in hunger. In cravings. In that quiet pull to cook something from scratch — no recipe, just feel. You don’t need to cook like it’s going on social media. You don’t need a system. You don’t need to know how many grams of protein are in that egg. You just need a fridge, a pan, and something that tastes good enough to eat alone. And yes — cooking for one is tough. But that moment — just you and the plate — no audience, no applause, just food and presence — that’s connection. Maybe, for the first time in days, you’ll feel it: Gratitude. Not because you got it all right, but because you gave yourself what you needed — without apology. A few reminders, if it helps: • Forget pretty. Warm wins. Skip the garnish if it means skipping the meal. • Feeling off? Check in: have you actually eaten — not just grazed? • Don’t rush the meal. Slowness isn’t lazy. It’s healing. • Give food its own space. No texts, no tabs. • The taste isn’t always in the ingredient — it’s in the act of making. Attention seasons everything. You eat — and that alone is a kind of presence. You’re not trying to fix yourself. You’re supporting yourself. You’re not “using” food. You’re letting it be something sacred. Not filling a gap — but maybe, slowly, returning to wholeness. You just ate. And oddly enough — it helped. That’s a beginning. XXX engagements  **Related Topics** [just eat](/topic/just-eat) [Post Link](https://x.com/ARTEM_KLYUSHIN/status/1949720480128143674)
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АРТЕМ КЛЮШИН @ARTEM_KLYUSHIN on x 730.5K followers
Created: 2025-07-28 06:36:01 UTC
Day X
Sometimes, what you need — plain and simple — is to eat. Not “mindfully.” Not “according to plan.” Not “clean” or “balanced” or whatever today’s trend demands. Just eat.
Because food isn’t only fuel. It’s language. The oldest one we know. Honest. Wordless. It doesn’t pretend. It just is.
Your body? It doesn’t want a spreadsheet. It wants attention. It whispers, “feed me like I’m worth something.” Not like a machine. Like someone you care about. Like home.
You can start the day with breakfast — not your to-do list. Not a screen. Just a slice of bread. Something warm, maybe. Warmth feels good. That’s reason enough.
You don’t need macros. Or a game plan. Just sit. Quietly. No running commentary. No guilt. No calorie math.
Oddly, the meals made with care — not speed or skill — are the ones that actually nourish.
Because food isn’t about control. It’s about contact.
Pick up the spoon — and in that moment, you’re already returning. To your body. To right now. To yourself.
No rushing. No background noise. You taste — really taste — what you’re eating. Not because it’s deep. Not to prove anything. Just because flavor showed up.
Forget mindfulness apps. That first real chew you’ve had in days? That’s your reset button.
You eat — and remember: You’re alive. Not just technically. Not hypothetically. But here. In a body that receives, and says, without words, “thank you.”
This isn’t about routines. It’s relationship. It’s a kind of self-respect. That quiet, inner “yes” — saying, “you deserve to be fed.”
Sometimes care starts with soup. Not a “starter.” Just hot broth and your tiredness, blending together in a bowl. Soup doesn’t have to be photogenic. It just needs to be hot. Tasty. Real.
You eat it in socks, under a blanket, with no plan and no rush.
And sure — sometimes, food seems like the last thing that could help. You think maybe you should journal. Or sleep. Or process everything first.
Then eat.
But, real talk? Sometimes a warm bowl of rice clears the fog more than ten pages in a notebook ever could.
The body knows. It doesn’t analyze. It speaks in hunger. In cravings. In that quiet pull to cook something from scratch — no recipe, just feel.
You don’t need to cook like it’s going on social media. You don’t need a system. You don’t need to know how many grams of protein are in that egg.
You just need a fridge, a pan, and something that tastes good enough to eat alone.
And yes — cooking for one is tough. But that moment — just you and the plate — no audience, no applause, just food and presence — that’s connection.
Maybe, for the first time in days, you’ll feel it: Gratitude. Not because you got it all right, but because you gave yourself what you needed — without apology.
A few reminders, if it helps:
• Forget pretty. Warm wins. Skip the garnish if it means skipping the meal. • Feeling off? Check in: have you actually eaten — not just grazed? • Don’t rush the meal. Slowness isn’t lazy. It’s healing. • Give food its own space. No texts, no tabs. • The taste isn’t always in the ingredient — it’s in the act of making. Attention seasons everything.
You eat — and that alone is a kind of presence. You’re not trying to fix yourself. You’re supporting yourself. You’re not “using” food. You’re letting it be something sacred.
Not filling a gap — but maybe, slowly, returning to wholeness.
You just ate. And oddly enough — it helped. That’s a beginning.
XXX engagements
Related Topics just eat