"I love ice cream!"
"I love chocolate chip cookies!"
"I love Five Guys fries."
"I love ____."
I had a love affair with food. All kinds really. Salty. Sweet. Savory. If you can name it, I loved it. I realize I was in a serious relationship with food- the problem was though it was a dysfunctional, abusive, someone you love who flips lit cigarettes back at you kind of relationship. 50 Pounds released later, I have a new relationship with food. I own it, it doesn't own me. I choose what goes in my body, it doesn't choose for me. If this is you, join me! Join me in the fight!
This blog is intended to help share the lessons I've learned on how to conquer the "in the moment" food decisions that brought me to near diabetes, constant frustration about weight and feeling less self-confident than I could. I want to help others get control of overeating and overeating the wrong stuff.
You see, we all know what we should eat. There's a million bits of education on the types of foods, quantities to eat, so much so that it's wildly confusing. The issue isn't a technical problem- the issue is an emotional problem. I'm not talking about years at the therapist kind of emotional problem, but the day-in-day-out mindset kind of problem. One of my favorite McGraw Laws is "Always be working on the right end of the problem." Most of us don't need another diet plan, we need to know how to combat the moment when we need to execute the plan we choose.
So we start with the first McGraw's Law of Health. "Food Is Fuel." That's all it is. It's fuel It's not there to get your needs met. It's not there to make you feel better about yourself with your sad. It's fuel. It's fuel for your body to operate at its peak performance. It's fuel. Say it with me...
"Food is fuel."
again
"Food is fuel."
Out loud this time.
"Food is fuel!"
Pound your fist on something and say it with emotion with me!
"Food is fuel!! Food is fuel!!"
I'm not saying you can never enjoy your favorite meal again, I'm just saying that FOOD IS FUEL and we need to decide what kind of fuel we're putting in the most important engine you'll ever own- your body. If you're like me and you have an emotional attachment to food, we need to take control of that relationship. Control over cookies! Power over pretzels! Grit over goldfish (the little orange cracker kind)!
You wouldn't bring boxing gloves to a gunfight- let's not bring technical solutions to an emotional problem.
Who's with me!? Let's go to war together to beat this dragon that has terrorized and controlled us.
Rally cry...Food is fuel!
TACTIC: Go find some fuel (food) that use to own you. Candy bar. Fried chicken. Whatever. Put it on the counter and give it a firm talking to. Point your finger at it and rant at it. Use whatever emotional words come to mind. Let loose on it! Here's what I might say.
"Let's get this straight, chicken wing. I own you! You don't own me. I control you, you don't control me. You are just a source fuel and I am choosing to NOT fuel on you today. I won't let you abuse me. I won't let you control me. Starting now, I take my power back. I control you! I own you chicken wing...I own you! Now, I'm throwing you away as you are not the fuel I choose to put in my body today. Begone!!"
Take it to the curb and throw it out. Down the disposal! (don't put chicken wings down the disposal) Yes, I know you were told not to waste food as a kid- more on that later. Get over that head trash and take that chicken wing and the head trash to the curb.
Dramatic? Yes. Effective? You can bet your flat stomach on it. Let's go to war, together. That takes us to McGraw Law #2: Build An Army.
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My Disclaimer: I am not a nutritionist. I am not a personal trainer. I am not licensed in anything. This is not intended for any serious emotional eating disorders. These notes are for those who have suffered, like many, with not sticking to a diet plan. I won't say much about what type of diet to follow, I'm not qualified for that. Besides, I've been on them all and they all work...if you follow them.
"I love chocolate chip cookies!"
"I love Five Guys fries."
"I love ____."
I had a love affair with food. All kinds really. Salty. Sweet. Savory. If you can name it, I loved it. I realize I was in a serious relationship with food- the problem was though it was a dysfunctional, abusive, someone you love who flips lit cigarettes back at you kind of relationship. 50 Pounds released later, I have a new relationship with food. I own it, it doesn't own me. I choose what goes in my body, it doesn't choose for me. If this is you, join me! Join me in the fight!
This blog is intended to help share the lessons I've learned on how to conquer the "in the moment" food decisions that brought me to near diabetes, constant frustration about weight and feeling less self-confident than I could. I want to help others get control of overeating and overeating the wrong stuff.
You see, we all know what we should eat. There's a million bits of education on the types of foods, quantities to eat, so much so that it's wildly confusing. The issue isn't a technical problem- the issue is an emotional problem. I'm not talking about years at the therapist kind of emotional problem, but the day-in-day-out mindset kind of problem. One of my favorite McGraw Laws is "Always be working on the right end of the problem." Most of us don't need another diet plan, we need to know how to combat the moment when we need to execute the plan we choose.
So we start with the first McGraw's Law of Health. "Food Is Fuel." That's all it is. It's fuel It's not there to get your needs met. It's not there to make you feel better about yourself with your sad. It's fuel. It's fuel for your body to operate at its peak performance. It's fuel. Say it with me...
"Food is fuel."
again
"Food is fuel."
Out loud this time.
"Food is fuel!"
Pound your fist on something and say it with emotion with me!
"Food is fuel!! Food is fuel!!"
I'm not saying you can never enjoy your favorite meal again, I'm just saying that FOOD IS FUEL and we need to decide what kind of fuel we're putting in the most important engine you'll ever own- your body. If you're like me and you have an emotional attachment to food, we need to take control of that relationship. Control over cookies! Power over pretzels! Grit over goldfish (the little orange cracker kind)!
You wouldn't bring boxing gloves to a gunfight- let's not bring technical solutions to an emotional problem.
Who's with me!? Let's go to war together to beat this dragon that has terrorized and controlled us.
Rally cry...Food is fuel!
TACTIC: Go find some fuel (food) that use to own you. Candy bar. Fried chicken. Whatever. Put it on the counter and give it a firm talking to. Point your finger at it and rant at it. Use whatever emotional words come to mind. Let loose on it! Here's what I might say.
"Let's get this straight, chicken wing. I own you! You don't own me. I control you, you don't control me. You are just a source fuel and I am choosing to NOT fuel on you today. I won't let you abuse me. I won't let you control me. Starting now, I take my power back. I control you! I own you chicken wing...I own you! Now, I'm throwing you away as you are not the fuel I choose to put in my body today. Begone!!"
Take it to the curb and throw it out. Down the disposal! (don't put chicken wings down the disposal) Yes, I know you were told not to waste food as a kid- more on that later. Get over that head trash and take that chicken wing and the head trash to the curb.
Dramatic? Yes. Effective? You can bet your flat stomach on it. Let's go to war, together. That takes us to McGraw Law #2: Build An Army.
--------------------------------------------------------------
My Disclaimer: I am not a nutritionist. I am not a personal trainer. I am not licensed in anything. This is not intended for any serious emotional eating disorders. These notes are for those who have suffered, like many, with not sticking to a diet plan. I won't say much about what type of diet to follow, I'm not qualified for that. Besides, I've been on them all and they all work...if you follow them.
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