How did I know? I suppose it's the same feeling a gymnast has when she is midair, halfway through her double pike, and realizing she is going to ace this routine. It's that point when intuition takes over and all the hours of practice, of messing up, of falling too short or pushing yourself too hard are behind you. You've embodied grace under extreme pressure. That's exactly how I felt as I finished my second spoon of Nutella and instinctively stopped eating, closed the jar, and went about my afternoon.
That's right. I ate the perfect amount of Nutella. I didn't tease myself with a finger and I didn't over indulge to the point of no return aka curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor whispering instructions to Siri of what to do with my dead body. I ate one, then another small spoonful of the hazelnut chocolate spread and then decided it felt like the right amount. That was it.
I wish there was more to share with you all. I know there are inquiring minds about how and more specifically why, but I just somehow knew. Are you familiar with Malcolm Gladwell's 10,000 hours theory? Basically it lays out that in order to achieve mastery at something you must practice it for 10,000 hours. I didn't set out to spend 10,000 hours eating Nutella, but between work and other adult responsibilities I must have found a way to fit it in there. So then when I naturally reached that point and ate the exact right amount of Nutella, it didn't feel like something I was striving for, it was just something that was a long time coming.
I wish I could offer more concrete advice, but for now just keep pursuing what you love. There will be ups and downs and times there isn't even Nutella in your cupboard. You're going to have to gorge out on peanut butter and chocolate chips or melted butter and sugar. Whatever it is you need to do to reach your goal is worth it. It's your own personal journey, don't forget that. Just make sure to make it count. Good luck out there, guys.
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