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The topic today is food. In the past I didn’t have the greatest relationship with food or the body into which I was putting it.
This was especially true during my teen years when I struggled with anorexia and started snorting speed to curb my appetite. As a former gymnast I was judged and critiqued constantly about my body so I was convinced I was fat and needed to be skinny to be acceptable.
(If you haven’t seen the video on my five tips to quit drugs, you can do that here).
The skinny to be acceptable belief was a bunch of bs, by the way.
When I quit drugs the first time (including prescription meds for my “mental illnesses”) I did so by utilizing diet and nutrition. I had been a vegetarian since the age of ten, but not a very healthy one. Boca burgers on wheaty, gluten-filled buns were on the menu at least 3 times a week. And I’m positive all the soy was screwing with my hormones.
I was 18 when my friend staged an intervention for me. She called my boyfriend at the time (the one who was supportive of me, not the one referenced in this post) and had him come pick me up.
We sat at a park in his 280zx talking for hours. I was so out of it I don’t recall the exact conversation, but I do remember how I felt and the decision to stop. I always knew I could stop, but didn’t see the point. It was self-sabotage at its best.
I told him to buy me one last “sack,” so I could ween myself off slowly instead of quitting cold turkey. And I’m happy to say I did.
From there, I read everything I could about getting off drugs. The common thread?
As I wasn’t a fan of “real” doctors, I was committed to finding a way to do everything naturally. This book helped me do just that. Not only did it help my body, but I found a new hobby I really loved – cooking.
Now, thanks to the beloved internet and the food blogging revolution, I find most of my recipes for myself and 3 (almost 4!) year old online.
He eats meat. I don’t.
We both steer clear from:
Cow’s milk (goat please)
Soy (too much estrogen is no bueno)
Corn (almost all the corn in the world is genetically modified so no thank you)
Gluten (my body just doesn’t like it)
Strawberries (deathly allergic to the mold)
Peanuts (even more deathly allergic)
And I buy organic wherever possible.
I’ve been accused of being picky, but I choose to see it as knowing what my body wants and needs and acting accordingly.
Our bodies are talking to us constantly. Are you listening to yours?
How has food impacted your life? Do you have a favorite recipe or type of food (I love curry). Share it below!