I quit bad food, and now all I can think about is a chunky, delicious cookie filled with chocolate chips
Last Monday I ate a bad Pad Thai take-out from the spot down the street. I could feel it as soon as I took the first bite. My stomach didn’t like it. But then I also felt like I was overreacting, and ate half of the portion. Long story short, I spent the night sweating, sleeping very uneasily, and woke up the next day feeling like a bus hit me. So… I made a grown-up decision and quit all bad food. Cold turkey.
Here are the rules: no added sugar (which means no desserts, but yes to fruit and other food with natural sugar), dairy (I’m allergic), or food where it’s unclear what’s really in it. I do get one day off, and that’s on Fridays.
It’s a controversial topic. Weight. Food. Diets. Eating. There are so many different ways to talk about food, but I think what I’ve come to realize, is you do you. I personally can’t live my life on a diet, because restricting myself from specific food makes me crave them even more. I call it a choice to look after my body. My body, the ‘thing’ that carries me through life. Without a healthy body, I’m nothing. So I made a decision to change my mindset from “food, food, food, I’m hungry, food,” to “let’s just feel what my body needs.”
Growing up I had really good eating habits thanks to my parents, who thought me how to balance healthy and unhealthy food, as well as not overeat. But it was when I moved away from home my struggle started. It’s easier to eat healthy, when someone makes the rules about what you eat, than when you have to find that strength within yourself. I would eat a little too many snacks, an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream (I was allergic to dairy, but didn’t care), and not stop eating when I was full, because “it tasted so good.” I’m not saying that I’m crazy overweight and have this big issue with food. I just know, that once I had to take control over food, and my mom wasn’t doing that for me anymore, it was easier to slip down the unhealthy road. Not thinking about the health of my precious body. Not listening to what it needed.
I’ve attempted to change my habits for some time, but haven’t succeeded. But something clicked for me, when I got sick from that take-out food. It didn’t even taste good. Why did I eat it? Well, just ‘cause I didn’t care enough, I guess.
So my promise to myself is to take care of my body. Make sure I get my vitamins, work out regularly, eat my veggies and proteins, stop eating when I get that natural sigh (did you know that you sigh naturally, when you stomach is full?). It’s easier said than done, but I feel like ‘New Year, New Me’ still applies in start-February. So not only is 2019 going to be the year I KonMari the people in my life, I’m also going to tidy up the food I eat. Does it spark joy for my body’s health? If not, “thank you, but no thank you.” I’ll get back to you on this within a few weeks, but do let me know down in the comments, if what you are doing to stay healthy?