It got me wondering why, and I think I know. Personally, I am completely over being judged and shamed for my food choices (and all my other choices, for that matter). I've had enough.
We are all doing the best we can right now. Every single one of us.
This bizarre quest for perfect eating, to get the perfect body, to finally achieve perfect peace is bonkers.
Judgement and the grading system we have for food is wacky, too. Good food, bad food, super food. I had a client almost hug me because I told her she did not need to eat kale every day to lose weight. She hates kale. I don't love it much, myself.
Listen up: Stop Reading Articles About Food
It's going to make you so confused, you will soon find yourself freaked out by every conceivable food. One study will say coffee/wine/salmon/nuts/beef/eggs/__<insert food here>__ is fabulous, while the next one says it will lead to the worst disease imaginable.
Stop the presses! Stop the madness.
There are a few truths to all this. Things like:
- The more water you drink, the better everything else works.
- Too much processed sugar can have intense consequences.
- Lots of fruits and veggies in your day can lead to better health and fitness.
That's why articles and studies can be so misleading.
Tuesday was Aunt Sue day, my favorite day of the week. I had a Panera salad with my sister, then I had a Ding Dong with my niece and nephew. Yum! Treats like that aren't evil, and they aren't the problem. If you are at peace with food, and your life is in balance, you can eat one, enjoy the moment with your special people, and then go about your life.
What is the issue? For me, the issue was if I had one, I'd want five more. I could not stop. My off switch was broken as I tried to fill the hole in my soul with food, and many other things. All the while, there was this churning fear within me that sounded like this: I need more, there isn't enough. I need more, there's never enough. Never enough. Never enough. Never enough.
My problem wasn't the Ding Dong. It was my broken heart and empty soul. I tried hard to fill it, but none of my efforts, my USING/comforting/escaping, ever did the trick.
I had to shift my view away from all the dieting, food shaming, labeling everything good or bad. Labeling myself good or bad. I had to look within, acknowledge my broken heart and empty soul, and tell someone my story. The more authentic I got at telling it, the more healing I started to experience. When fear of showing the world who you really are is met with grace and love, things heal! Everything changes.
There was a peace that I started to experience deep within me, as I started to heal, that changed my life. It was like a fresh start, a clean slate. I was no longer ruled by my craving for food. I was no longer ruled by my craving for something, anything to fill that big, open hole inside my chest. I was full for the first time in my life.
When you sit down at the table to eat a Ding Dong with your little niece and nephew, already full, there is no judgment. There is no shame. Just love and a nice, little treat to share, just as it is intended.
If, when you hear the words, "I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want", you are filled with dread, and an intense fear of compulsively eating your way up hundreds and hundreds of pounds, I challenge you to stop focusing on the food. It's not about the food, sisters. Look deeper. Tell your story. Be brave and be exactly who you are with someone who will love you right where you are. That's the only thing that has the power to fully heal you and restore you back to the whole, healthy warrior you are intended to be.
I'm with you and I understand. Tell your story and be you! You are loved and worth it.