If you can’t tell from the photo of me and a scooby sandwich, this post will not be serious, it’s a chat about being real about our relationship with food. It’s not about about how to keep your eyebrows on fleek, or what goals to set and not achieve, or how to improve yourself and if you’re looking for that then I’d probably leave now.
I decided to write this after I made a mid morning snack/late breakfast of a ham and mayonnaise sandwich. As I was making the aforementioned heavenly sandwich I realised that I actually didn’t care about the fact I was eating it. I fancied it, I hadn’t eaten bread or a sandwich in FOREVER and so I made it and ate it. It was the dream.
Of course all useful epiphanies happen when eating food and my epiphany was we should not care what anyone thinks of our relationship with food or what we eat and when we eat it.
I always think people will judge me if they see me eat a sandwich, or pasta, or god forbid crisps or a takeaway. As I think they’ll think ohh that’s why she’s fat, or she should really eat a salad, or just plan old ew.
Lets just think on this though, those people, the ones who judge our relationship with food, where are they right now when I’m in my pjs making a sandwich in my kitchen?
Oh yes, they’re off living their own lives and making their own sandwiches and couldn’t care less about what you’re eating.
Side note, I also find it ridiculous that I think of myself as fat when I’m a size 12 trousers and a size 10 in tops and dresses. No, no, I’m not fat, I have fat like everyone else and have hips that only Shakira could rock, but that’s how I’m built and that’s how it is. Yet, I am still working on my mindset and avoiding negative thoughts about my body and improving my relationship with food.
Everyone fluctuates in weight over time, sometimes it’s easier to eat healthy, other times not so much.
Some people actually don’t even think about it, but GUARANTEED not one human that you know has not used the phrase I’m on a health kick or I’m trying this new diet or I’ve got to start eating a bit healthier, or my favourite (lie) The diet starts tomorrow. When no hun it really doesn’t.
So why even say it?
Well I guess if we aren’t trying to be ultra-thin-healthy-yogi-bikini-body-human then who are we?
Oh wait JUST YOU sat watching Friends in your leggings pal. AND what the flippity flip is flipping wrong with that? That you’re living your life, doing your thing and being yourself. Hmm??
Being healthy is way more about balance than anyone really says. It’s not about restricting yourself to the point where all you think about is food, and the foods you shouldn’t eat. That is an unhealthy relationship with food.
Food does not need to be the bane of your life, or another reason to feel judged. Also judgemental people who do comment on size, fat percentage or food choices are either a) sad losers with nothing else to do, b) jealous of your food, c) potentially just being mean or having an off day. They may even be a misshapen bundle of all three, but their opinion doesn’t matter and most importantly do not let their negative relationship with food and body image affect yours.
You are allowed to eat like a human, rather than a superhuman like Gwyneth. It doesn’t make you a bad or lesser person. So you flipping eat some carbs, meat, cheese, or chose to not eat them. It is absolutely your choice.
Just don’t be affected by other people’s opinions so that you starve yourself or destroy your mental health by hypothesising other people’s thoughts that you cannot even hear. And if anyone dare say anything negative about your relationship with food, if it’s healthy, then just walk your fine ass away as they don’t deserve to see it.
Why this may all seem quite random and have stemmed from a rather insignificant – though DELECTABLE – sandwich, it is something that I feel very strongly about. Your relationship with food is yours to nurture to reach a healthy position and that can never happen when you’re restricting yourself (intentionally for dieting rather than for health/medicinal reasons e.g. Vegan/Coeliac).
PS. I didn’t have time to take a photo of my ham sandwich, so here is a photo of me with an American sub of dreams.
How is your relationship with food?