Facing The Truth

By Melissa Ramos aka Sexy Food Therapy

Sometimes I hate admitting I’m wrong, that maybe things didn’t turn out the way that I had hoped or God forbid I felt weak at one moment in my life.

I’m strong and don’t need your help thank you.

(Allow me to introduce you to my pride.)

And though it's 2:45 a.m. and my bed is calling for me, I’m typing away because this evening I was proven wrong and needed to write it off. It began over a dinner party I threw for my mentor Hernan Morris and his wife Koula. Just before leaving he corrected me about the definition of duende.

Despite thinking duende meant a “heightened state of emotion,” it’s about facing death, feeling it, and starting anew. This is when I realized something crucial.

Figuratively speaking, I fell off my bike and got back on before anyone noticed. I stayed on the bike, which got heavy as someone clung to me. I tried to keep going and prove to society that this time my relationship would work, but the relationship fell flat and thankfully, he got off.

I was wrong months ago and should have let go and let that part of me die so a new part could be reborn.  Sometimes the fear that keeps us peddling away and avoiding all else holds us back until life forces us to stop.

So as I sit here contemplating this Latin philosophical belief, I’m indulging in one sexy dessert at almost 3 a.m.

BLUEBERRY LEMON “CHEESECAKE”

1 1/2 cups cashews (soaked for 2 hours)
2 cups walnuts (soaked for 2 hours)
1 bar of Green & Black 70% chocolate bar
1/2 cup medjool dates
Juice from half lemon
¼-1/2 cup honey
1 package of blueberries
6 tbsp coconut oil
Scrapings from one vanilla bean.
Pinch sea salt

Blend soaked walnuts and dates in a food processor until crumbly. Stick mixture into a lightly greased pie tray.

Blend soaked cashews, honey, lemon juice, blueberries, coconut oil, vanilla and salt in a food processor until smooth. Pour mixture into crust and place in the freezer for 1 hour. Drizzle with melted chocolate.

It isn't exactly healthy to be eating at 3 a.m., but on the bright side sans the dairy and white sugar I’m not birthing a cheesecake baby. But okay, it’s probably best to do so before 8 p.m.  Hey, no one’s perfect.

As for relationships...

Like many of you, I stayed with someone because I wanted to believe that I could make it work when I knew in my heart it wouldn’t. And our bodies will always physically produce imbalances that our emotions try to bury.

So try to throw away your pride and admit that you’ve crashed. Take time to reflect in your own darkness and rediscover that sometimes admitting that you were wrong is the first step to being right.

(Enter the real duende.)