How many rules do you have for your life?
If I think back on the last 13 years of my life, I could probably share a few books’ worth of rules I have followed at one time or another:
Fat people aren’t lovable. Don’t be fat, no matter what.
If I restrict carbs and increase protein, I can lose weight the Atkins way.
If I restrict protein, restrict carbs and eat small meals, I can lose weight the “vegetarian” way.
If I restrict certain sauces, remove all sugar, eat higher fat, I can try to eat “paleo.”
If I just eat “clean” and get rid of everything processed in my house, then I can be pure at last.
Fat people aren’t allowed to enjoy eating. They should be ashamed. I will be ashamed of eating.
Every bite I eat can lead me to ultimate doom (aka weight gain).
Never, ever relax. That’s how you get lazy and fat.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. In any given day, I was responsible for keeping up with some combination of the rules above. And if I wasn’t following them, the critters in my head were warning me of my ultimate demise: you’ll never be loved, you’ll never have a family, you’ll never have a good job. Read More
I’ve brought plant-based recipes into my kitchen, and so can you. Read More
And for all these things that I used, tried, worn, bought and dated, nothing--absolutely nothing--ever helped me bliss out from the life I lived. There was always one more thing to try, and one more thing to buy and one more person I just hadn't met yet. Read More
I bought bigger jeans this weekend, and I nearly had a panic attack. It’s been two years, three months and maybe four-ish days since I stopped dieting, and most of the time everything's pretty great. But then there are down days. And they’re usually the result of every single piece of my orderly life going to complete shit.
In years past when this would happen, I’d blame my body for everything that’s going wrong Read More
Friends, have you ever not been on a diet? Have you ever been completely and entirely relaxed with your life and your body?
Every day, without fail, Pinterest and the media and well-meaning friends and family, in general, work tirelessly to try to make me turn against my body—and turn it into something other than what it is right now, today.
Satisfaction is not a good selling point on the Internet. Read More