Sweat for it, I must.

My best buy of this week was a Venchi icecream I had near Piccadilly in London. This was after I did my work for the day, went to the gym, and walked for 45 min. It’s worth it. (Side note: if you are in London, Darlish is the place to go if you like Pistachio icecream. Am a fanatic when it comes to anything [Aleppo] pistachio, mediterranean olive oil, mountain honey, figs and middle eastern berries.)

I long have this problem: I can’t have, nor enjoy pleasures (even food) before I do the work.

This started back in university years where I would stay up to 2AM each day, after a full day fast, without eating. I would only eat around 2:15 AM after I finish everything I wanted for that day. I would only enjoy the pleasure of my 1 meal a day at 2:15 AM. (I was also teaching summer courses for junior university students and that what made summers days ever longer trying to prep for courses I teach.)

I don’t think it’s a problem though. I think it’s healthy to say that you have to sweat for it, in order to earn your food (in Arabic Aiesh, عيش, which means “earn the living.”) That’s literarily what our ancestors have done when they chase animals and sweat for their food.

Sweat for it, I must.

Salam, peace.