Here it is.
I've lost 22+ lbs since Halloween.
Weight, health and wellness are potentially incendiary subjects, and I've been reluctant to write about this because it can be divisive. Food is important to me on many levels, and I feel like my recent journey is important because I've learned that food will not patch over my wounds, and that treating my body as an enemy only results in deeper disconnect. Yoga has taught me to be mindful, to apply steady pressure to obstacles and to detach from ideas of failure and success.
I love what I'm eating. My fridge is packed with beautiful vegetables. Butter, cheese, cake, meat, coconut milk, curry all still have a treasured place in my pantry. I treat my kitchen as an R&D lab, experimenting with flavor, texture and color. I've become an acrobat, juggling ingredients to build more satisfying, nourishing versions of my old standards.
I love the effect on my joints: the inflammation in my body has decreased dramatically. I still flare and have more than my fair share of pain, but my energy levels have skyrocketed.
I love my body, and finally feel I am acting from a place of fierce self love and care. I'm not reacting out of fear, or treating my diagnoses like they are to be conquered. I am listening intently to my body, hanging on its every word, drinking in its wisdom and learning to recognize the differences between a somatic call for help and the tantrum of desire.
I breathe and make the best decisions I can at any particular moment.
Weight, health and wellness are potentially incendiary subjects, and I've been reluctant to write about this because it can be divisive. Food is important to me on many levels, and I feel like my recent journey is important because I've learned that food will not patch over my wounds, and that treating my body as an enemy only results in deeper disconnect. Yoga has taught me to be mindful, to apply steady pressure to obstacles and to detach from ideas of failure and success.
I love what I'm eating. My fridge is packed with beautiful vegetables. Butter, cheese, cake, meat, coconut milk, curry all still have a treasured place in my pantry. I treat my kitchen as an R&D lab, experimenting with flavor, texture and color. I've become an acrobat, juggling ingredients to build more satisfying, nourishing versions of my old standards.
I love the effect on my joints: the inflammation in my body has decreased dramatically. I still flare and have more than my fair share of pain, but my energy levels have skyrocketed.
I love my body, and finally feel I am acting from a place of fierce self love and care. I'm not reacting out of fear, or treating my diagnoses like they are to be conquered. I am listening intently to my body, hanging on its every word, drinking in its wisdom and learning to recognize the differences between a somatic call for help and the tantrum of desire.
I breathe and make the best decisions I can at any particular moment.