It's food again.

"You don't have to worry about this, it's gluten free."

"Don't worry, it's all healthy."

"This drink is healthy. It's gluten free vodka."

"You'd get along with my mom; she's always down with talking health—y'all could talk for hours."

"There's nothing bad in this smoothie, you'd love it."

Because I'm a health coach and a wellness enthusiast, I hear the above ad nauseam. 

People assume that I don't eat fried foods, sugar, or alcohol. Also... I think they secretly fear I'm judging them (for the record, I'm not).

To be honest, there was a time when they were right and this assumption was very true. There was a time when I was scared of food, and I did want it to be.... perfect. I never judged anyone else, but I did judge myself heavily.

Food was medicine.

Food was fuel.

Food was fear.

Food wasn't fun, and it wasn't... food.

I was so "perfect" with food that my stomach stopped producing the enzymes to digest things like meat, and when I began eating like a "normal" person again, I had so. much. trouble. digesting. I had to take digestive enzymes, and it was very stressful to simply eat. I was frustrated. I felt very confused. I was food confused. Foodfused.

For a while, I truly believed my body didn't do well with meat. Despite the fact that my cycle returned within weeks of beginning to eat meat again, I felt nauseated and at war in my body after eating animals.

I didn't understand the emotional intelligence of my body and just how much my subconscious fears and frustrations could effect what I was digesting. Or... what I wasn't digesting.

Last week after eating a chorizo paella dish, I sighed with satisfaction as I pushed my emptied plate away: "Yum. My body LOVED that. Meat feels like food again. It's food again."

I've been having lots of moments recently. Small moments where I notice just how "normal" I am (see my post "what the heck is normal?" for more on what being a "normal" eater means).

Food is simply that: food. 

It's connection with others. It's joy. It's delightful. It's nourishing. It's satisfaction. It's satiation.

And it is my absolute passion and joy to totally disrupt what "health" is. 

"You don't have to worry about this, it's gluten free."

Oh is it? I love when gluten free things actually taste amazing! 

"Don't worry, it's all healthy."

Well, thank you. Would you like one of my fries?

"This drink is healthy. It's gluten free vodka."

Is it? AND it's got a maraschino cherry. That's gotta be a fruit serving!

"You'd get along with my mom; she's always down with talking health—y'all could talk for hours."

I wonder if she's also into West World...

"There's nothing bad in this smoothie, you'd love it."

So... what would you consider bad?

Health isn't eating only good food. Health is the realization that there's no such thing as good or bad food. Health is feeling true joy in your food and your body.

Health is the fact that I ate boiled shrimp and french fries for lunch while wearing a little yellow bathing suit and not worrying about the size of my thighs or the roundness of my belly after eating.

Health is joy and pleasure and community.

Health is doing a workout this morning with my guy's daughter on this beach trip I'm on. She wanted to be the teacher, so we worked out in the living room, running around the ottoman, doing handstands and headstands, learning proper pushup form... all of it.

Health isn't in the fear or the control or the frustration.

Health is in the happiness.

xo
Brittany

p.s. This is exactly what we'll be digging into at the upcoming Fed Up half day retreat. Check out the full details here. June 30th from 1:30 - 6:30 pm (dinner is included!)

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