Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
Every time a family event looms on the horizon, I’m forced into mental gymnastics: how to enjoy myself without pushing too many buttons of self-loathing.
I’m not at all in-tune with what my gut actually wants and craves, whether that be to indulge in something sweet or something more complex.
I’ve written about this shitty in-between state so many times before, haven’t I? Always so hopeful that revealing it all will help me change.
My mind floods with thoughts of how much BETTER everyone around me is eating, how they’re saintly nibbling chia seeds, or “running off” their indulgences with 10ks, or going completely raw (#ugh).
Your entrée into this realm of the elite can be jarring, which is why we’ve convened to help you through it.
The belly wakes up first: it needs the most protecting. After all, this is where a kind of magic happens.
Self-criticism is common to us all, and if we’re constantly comparing ourselves to dubiously ‘perfect’ humans we’re only fueling that fire.
Like a curious child who’s just discovered the versatility of wondering “Why?” the shadows will keep creeping in until, eventually, you can’t avoid them.