As a kid, I turned to food in every situation I possibly could. Rough day at school? Eat 8 granola bars when I get home. Sad? Dig out the jumbo Snickers bar at the bottom of the freezer (which, by the way, was there because my parents tried to hide it from me). Frustrated? Angry? Happy? Annoyed? Excited? Worried? Well, Halloween just passed, I’m sure I’ve got a few pounds of chocolate left to sneak into my room.
At 13 my doctor asked my to hop on the scale, worried look on his face and all.
220 pounds…… 220 pounds……220 pounds……220 pounds.
Order up: Box of Oreos for one, please!
Why am I telling you this? I’m telling you this because it has taken me over a decade to figure out that my weight did not have as much to do with the food I was eating as it did the emotions I was feeling. Don’t get me wrong, the absurd food selection I had as a kid played a huge role in the rolie-polie-olie phase of my life, but it was more an imbalance in my brain and lack of coping mechanisms that threw me in that direction.
Time and education, as well as an undying passion for nutrition, have taught me to see the wholeness that comes with health. It taught me that nourishing food is as important as communication, which is as important as meditation, which is as important as meaningful relationships, which is as important as exercise, and so on….you get my point. Health is about your whole self, not just one aspect. It is an intricate balancing act that looks different for everyone. What works for you may not work for the next person so when you see the latest diet trend as you’re scrolling through Facebook and think, I don’t know if I could do that which means I’ll never be healthy. Stop right there and remember that it might not be right for you and that’s okay.
Find your balance.