For most of my life, I felt like a detached head, bobbing around separate to the body beneath. Continue Reading
In my last post, I promised to outline the most important things I did that helped me quit 30 years of yo-yo dieting. You can read some of the “highlights” of my history with food here. Continue Reading
If I see one more advertisement or an article about a diet that’s going to give me “The Best Body Ever in 2017,” the only thing I’ll be using a fork for is to poke my eyes out.
In the U.S. alone, dieting is a $60 billion industry, yet chronic illness and obesity rates continue to rise. It’s important to adopt a healthy lifestyle, but if diets really work, why the need to start a new one each year?
Despite not having a dramatic weight loss story to share, I consider quitting dieting to be one of my greatest achievements. Continue Reading
After The First Time I Was Body Shamed was published, I received several emails containing links to various body acceptance groups. Whilst I appreciate the intention, I have to admit I have a problem with this particular movement.
For some, how we feel about our bodies actually has less to do with our weight and more to do with our relationship with food, something that’s not recognized nearly enough. Besides, acceptance felt like just another thing I’m doing wrong. Whilst I love my body, I don’t completely accept it right now, and I won’t apologize for that. Acceptance would feel like being diagnosed with an illness and refusing treatment to get well. Continue Reading
I am eight-years-old and trying not to spill my hot chocolate as I carry it from the kitchen to the dining room table at my friend’s house. I take a seat and look out the window towards the sea.
I went on my first diet at age eight.
Over the years I’ve given up carbohydrates, fat, protein, fruit, certain vegetables, sugar, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, all drinks that weren’t either water or alcoholic, and I was going to add that I didn’t do this all at once, but at one point I tried that too. I gave up eating altogether. Fortunately that didn’t last long because I woke up one day and ate like I’d never eaten before – once I started I couldn’t stop. Continue Reading
Honestly, there are days when my eating habits are terrible. This has a negative impact on my body and my mind. I shared in this post that I’ve been a chronic yo-yo dieter for most of my life, until three years ago when I made a decision to stop.
Change. It’s not always about big leaps of faith or turning life completely on its head. Sometimes the hardest changes are the ones you make within the life you’re living, right this minute. In fact, I believe it’s this kind of change we struggle with most. Far too often we’re longing for something momentous to happen that will jolt us out of our daily routine and into another way of being.
But what if I told you it’s possible to change your life – the one you’re in now – one step at a time, and these changes could be the ones that end up meaning the most?
I was fresh off my flight from London when I received the text, “I’m sorry. I won’t be coming to Johannesburg for another five days.”
The tempo of my heart increased and anger bubbled up through my insides so violently it made my throat constrict. I decided to wait until it subsided before replying. Continue Reading
On my first trip to Paris, I went alone. I was in my mid-20s and new to living in London, whilst my first husband was working in Africa. I knew, however, that I didn’t want to experience the City of Light with him. Whilst he wasn’t a bad man, he could be unpredictable at times, and my vision of Paris didn’t include emotional outbursts under the Eiffel Tower. And by emotional outbursts, I don’t mean passionately kissing. Continue Reading
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