Be The Kindness You Want To See In The World

I don’t know about you guys but I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooo over all the hate on the internet. For example, just yesterday a fight broke out on Facebook because (and this is a true story) someone had put jam and yoghurt on a plain rice cake for a low calorie treat and someone else went bananas because it didn’t follow ‘the plan’. What the actual…..

The real modern day problem (apparently)

You know Australia is on fire, koalas are dying by the second and missiles are being launched but obviously the real problem here is strawberry jam and Greek yoghurt… Aren’t we so silly for getting our priorities in the wrong order!

Anyway a few years ago a friend and I made a pact that we were going to be more selfish because that’s how the human race works. And for the most part we have stuck to it (I don’t mean excessively so.. I like to think I’m kinda decent). But we’ve been on our own agenda on occasion. And for the most part, it’s backfired (for me anyway).

However, I’ve had a change of heart. I miss kindness. Watching the people of Australia look after each other and their wildlife has been life changing for me. Kindness does exist and we should utilise it more.

I’ve made a little pact with myself that I’ll do something kind each day. It might be something as small as letting a car out at a junction but I will try and do something for someone.

It’s not about making myself feel better, it’s purely because it’s nice to be nice. It’s also nice to make someone’s day a tiny bit easier.

Why breed negativity when we can breed positivity?

NB: Now just for a bit of background…. I wasn’t always Miss Positive. I was often a realist/pessimist and had quite a negative outlook on life. That was until I found myself unemployed and losing my house deposit savings FAST. The only things I had left were Tim, a great family and the ability to work on my mindset. I’ve never looked back since.

When It Becomes More Than Aesthetics

I’ll let you in on a little secret… this is my fourth attempt at running a health and wellbeing blog.

Each time I’d start one I’d think to myself ‘I’m in such a good place to preach and empower people on how to look after themselves’.

Ha!

In order to appear perfect for the internet (which is quite lolz when you think about it) I find that I am robotic because I have nothing to talk about. Because I’m not being myself.

I can’t preach (nor do I want to) because I’m in a place where I’ve borderline let myself go. I’m in no way at my heaviest but my muscle tone is non existent, my self esteem is on the floor and I’ve just been informed that I have new stretch marks. Recently my anxiety has been running rife and I’ve been having dreams that Tim keeps cheating on me. Ahh the female brain eh?!

I haven’t felt this rubbish about myself in years and it’s seriously not okay. I know it’s of my choosing. No one is forcing me to not exercise or to eat the cookie. There is seriously nothing to gain from this except misery and only I can change that.

I have decided to sign up to WW (aka Weightwatchers). I have signed up to their green plan as it makes sense to me and means I can eat what I want (obviously within their points system).

It’s not just about the food though. My posture has got so bad that I feel like I’m caving in on myself. My muscles are in agony and my husband said they feel like ‘rope’ because they’re so unhappy.

Finally I want to belong to something. I want to be in a position to make new friends.. if only it’s just online. Due to my aforementioned fake self, it’s hard to establish common ground when you’re not being yourself. Well that’s changing from now!

In the grand scheme of things this isn’t rock bottom, but in my little preventative health bubble I’ve hit the ground. The only thing I can do now is run.

Merry Christmas Me!

A year ago tomorrow I said to myself that I would be at my goal weight for next Christmas and I’ll tell ya… I ‘failed’ miserably.

However, I have lost 7lbs which is a step in the right direction but to the detriment of a positive relationship with food.

I was going through old photos the other day and I found a before and after of me doing 30 days on The Body Coach. At the time, I thought there was a HUGE difference in my physique but looking at these photos showed barely any difference. However, I paraded the shores of Aruba on my honeymoon like I owned the gaff.

The difference? I’d taken a healthy approach and I was doing everything in my power to feel good about myself. I was working out, eating good foods (with the odd treat) and being kind to myself.

Aesthetic goals just don’t do it for me anymore. Sure it would be nice to look a certain way but as a motivator it’s about 1/10 to even get me started.

However FEELING good about myself appears to be a different ball game. At the moment my muscles hurt from being so weak. My poor posture gets me down and hurts my back even more. My glutes are a mess. My belly is bloated and my jeans dig in. And I’m spotty (which isn’t usual for me).

Don’t worry this article isn’t all doom and gloom. As a Christmas present to myself I have signed up for group coaching. As I’ve said before I know everything I could possibly know about weight loss – it’s just me standing in my way.

I plan to continue to stick with my behavioural changes but I’m hoping group coaching will just give me that extra bit of support that I’m clearly lacking. I’m fed up of the pressure of diets,.. I want a lifestyle that facilitates me feeling good about myself.

So I’m that note… Merry Christmas Me!

I hope you all have a fabulous festive period however you celebrate!

I Should Be Grateful to Have A Relationship with Food

One of my greatest bug bears of this year has been the response (good and bad) to diet culture.

I may not be ending 2019 where I intended to be (a different country to start with!) but I have been on a significant journey of self discovery.

I always intended to have a steady relationship with food and a balanced approach to nutrition, but not for one second did I think I’d end up in a such a funky mindset with food.

It is my fault to a certain extent by being persuaded by some uneducated plonkers on the internet, but I also blame the lack of gratitude the western world has for food.

It is so easy to forget that in some parts of the world they do not have access to food and clean water. Meanwhile we are too busy worrying about having too small a bum and not a flat enough stomach and taking this out on our relationship with the contents of our shopping trolley.

Now I’m not talking about people with eating disorders… that’s a whole different kettle of fish. But I’m talking about the influencers telling us to ditch one type of food and instead spend our money on something else that is fashionable at that very moment in time. Especially when it is driven by their financial gain. Cue #cyonidegate

Yesterday I complied fully with my no snacking/sit at the table rules and for something so simple it was so empowering. I gave myself permission to eat whatever I wanted but it must fall within breakfast, lunch and dinner. If I was too full I could have whatever I’d wanted at the next meal.

It felt like such a grounded day with food. I did not overeat, I felt in control and I felt grateful that I had a fridge full of food to choose from.

I appreciate its only one day but the experience was so much more rewarding that seeing a number drop on the scales. My mind has become so consumed with the thought of foods (and my bank balance has become so empty signing up to every dieting plan there is) that it was nice to have a break.

Today I took the plunge and didn’t weigh out my breakfast. Scary stuff!

I appreciate it might sound a bit whacky to be ‘grateful’, but being introduced to daily gratitude was a life changing thing for me. At the time I was unemployed, looking at returning to live with my parents and it was putting a huge strain on my relationships. Being able to focus on the good in my life at the point stopped me from going under and 12 months later we are back on track.

I won’t let diet culture and social media influence me anymore. I am not against weight loss – I’m on a mission to shave a few inches off myself. But nor will I succumb to the games of diet culture and/or anti diet culture.

So there we have it! I’ll get off my soap box now!