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Last week I did a post about my exercise routine. It was probably one of the hardest posts for me to write. I know people have their opinions about bodies and the appropriate amount of exercise each person needs, but I was seriously afraid of getting some negative emails as a result of being so open. Much to my pleasant surprise, you all were so incredibly supportive and even shared with me your own exercise routines. Thank you!
As a sequel to that post, I want to dive even deeper into “posts i’m seriously afraid to write” and talk about my eating habits. I’m partially terrified because my mom and dad will probably read this and get offended (seriously, sorry parents) but I want to portray my childhood accurately, so you can get a full picture of how and why I eat the way that I do now.
When I was growing up there was always an abundance of junk food. Oreos, cheese itz, poptarts, you name it. My dad had a sweet tooth and loved nothing more than chips before bed and we were a latin, jewish family of eaters. My mom (bless her) tried to get us to eat healthily and we would periodically have “health kicks” but nothing ever really stuck. It wasn’t until I was old enough to make choices and realize the kinds of foods I should eat, that I did so.
Going to college was hard. Unlimited food and endless meal cards meant that I could eat what I wanted. As I said in my exercise post, I also started working out more, so I didn’t gain a ton of weight. Soon after my freshman year I really learned what made me feel good, and I became nearly vegetarian, and watched what I ate. Greens tasted good and felt good, so I ate them.
Fast forward to my senior year of college and I decided I wanted to drop a few pounds. Exercising wasn’t cutting it and my eating habits weren’t contributing enough. I decided to go on Medifast (if anyone has tried every fad diet out there, this is a popular one). Long story short, I dropped 25 pounds in 6 months. It was amazing, it reset my portion control and I was happy. Slowly but surely, however, the weight started coming back. Why? No fad diet is sustainable. It took me trying one, succeeding and then failing to learn that sad reality.
Coming off of the Medifast kick, I started to truly evaluate my relationship with food. At my core i’m a healthy eater. I don’t feel great when I eat junk so I typically don’t. Of course I have my late night pizza moments and my cookie indulgences, but as a whole I eat lean meats (if any), lots of veggies and crap loads of fruit. I enjoy a colorful diet and love the strive to eat well.
What i’ve learned over time is not to beat myself up about food. If I want the cookie, I should eat the cookie. I know myself well enough to know it won’t turn into 5 cookies, and that it won’t happen every day. I’ve learned that life is short, and food is good. I don’t want to be that person that “doesn’t eat carbs or dairy or sugar” and can’t enjoy simple pleasures. I travel, I eat when I travel, I try things. I have a healthy relationship with food and do the best that I possibly can, within the life that I want to live.
I know this wasn’t a “here is what I eat in a day” type post, but I felt like explaining my eating habits as a whole is a big contributor in how I have confidence. Coming to terms with the way that I look was a big step in then coming to terms with how I eat. One impacts the other and I want to have a healthy relationship with myself all around.