Hello, hello blogging buddies!
Wow was that ever a corny intro. Sorry guys… I’m going to go ahead and blame it on hunger and a lack of food in my belly, so give me a sec to remedy that situation before I embarrass myself even further…
Coconut Greek yogurt – banana – blueberries – Kashi Cinnamon Harvest – Puffins – roasted almond butter.
Much better; I just hope it lasts for a while. I think I might be making up for the weekend because my appetite has seriously been off the charts. I was more-or-less a bottomless pit yesterday, and today looks like it’s going to be more of the same. But here’s the crazy part: it doesn’t bother me. Hungry? Eat. Hungry again 1.5 hours later? Eat some more. It wasn’t even that long ago that I admitted to getting a little anxious whenever I’d get hit with an insatiable appetite day, but somewhere between then and now the anxiety started to taper off to eventually disappear.
I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but I have a feeling that a lot of it came down to [repeatedly] taking a chance (ie: eating more to honor my increased hunger) and realizing that nothing bad happened as a result. I realize that makes it sound ridiculously easy in theory when it’s not in practice, but that’s what it basically comes down to. At the end of the day, you just have to do it.
If you find yourself stuck in that kind of situation, one piece of advice that I can give to make the whole process a little more effective, if not easier, is to ditch the numbers. Stop feeding the obsession and let them go. Don’t weigh yourself on a daily basis and don’t compulsively count calories – it’s not helping you. Yes, not knowing is terrifying at first, but you can’t expect to move forward if you’re clinging to what’s holding you back.
Remember when I asked you guys what you thought about me including nutrition labels on my recipes? After giving it a little bit of thought, I’ve decided that I’m not going to do it, and here’s why:
I don’t like numbers – they only complicate things.
After letting numbers control and make decisions for me for years, I’ve done my best to eliminate them from my life as much as I possibly can. I don’t count calories. I don’t weigh myself. I don’t use a heart rate monitor. I don’t tally up how long I spend working out every day. I don’t track how many miles I walk per week. Why? Because I don’t need to.
I’m not training for anything; I’m just trying to live my life and be healthy. And honestly? Numbers aren’t going to help me do that. If anything, they’re just going to get in the way by taking my focus off of what really matters and leading to an obsessive mindset that I’d rather avoid.
Think about it – how much control do you hand over to numbers? How many times has your day been ruined by the number you saw on the scale? How many times have you denied yourself something because of the number you saw on the label? How many times have you worked yourself into the ground because you just had to meet some number? My guess is probably more times than you’d like to admit. I hear ya – I’ve been there too; but I’ve fought tooth and nail to leave that place behind and I don’t want to go back.
This is a muffin…
It has blueberries and bananas. Oatmeal. There’s some Greek yogurt in there too. Healthy stuff. Sure it has a certain number of calories and a certain amount of carbs/fats/proteins, but what does that honestly tell you? Why does eating have to be an equation and cooking a calculation? Why can’t we just enjoy good food for what it is instead of fussing about the numbers behind it?
Because we’ve stopped listening to our bodies and started listening too much to our heads. Because we bought in to the idea that there’s a perfect or right way to eat. Because we shifted our focus from feeling good to being good, as if eating “right” somehow makes us a better person. Nonsense. If anything, I’d argue that an obsession with perfect eating does quite the opposite – it takes up so much time and energy and often makes us irritable and unpleasant to be around.
Of course there are instances where numbers can be beneficial, but I really believe that they only make things worse in the majority of situations. I can’t even tell you how much happier and more relaxed I’ve become since transitioning over to a number-free life, and I highly encourage you to give it a try for yourself 🙂
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As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts!
How big of a role do numbers play in your life?
How would you feel without scales, heart rate monitors, measuring cups, clothing sizes, etc. Would not knowing be uncomfortable or blissful?
This entire post – the comments included – is so inspirational. I am working on freeing myself from the numbers. It’s tough, letting go of that control, but I am trying to remember that I can’t hate myself into a version that I love, and I can’t expect things to get better by sticking to the same habits that got me in this place to begin with (counting obsessively, restricting, etc). I’m not yet ready for intuitive eating yet because my hunger and fullness signals are still off balance, so I’m working on getting back to that healthy balance through a meal plan and cutting back on exercise for now. It’s really scary right now, but hearing about how everyone who commented here finds it so freeing to get away from the numbers is really inspiring, and I hope that someday I’ll see the benefits of it for myself.
Very inspirational. I’ve been struggling with counting calories and an eating disorder for some time and was just worrying obsessively about a breakfast date I have tomorrow, and I can’t bring my regular safe go-to greek yogurt with almonds and berries to the breakfast buffet. I’ll have to trust my body and I’ll have to let go of the numbers, and if I hadn’t just seen your post, I probably wouldn’t be having this realization. I’m trying to fight the voices and I’m trying to fight the numbers, because they shouldn’t matter. Thank you, thank you so much.