Happy Wednesday, friends! How about a little rant to start the day? Here’s the deal…
I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed the other day when a photo of myself unexpectedly appeared. I stopped mid scroll and looked as Facebook was showing me a photo from that date exactly three years ago. I was in college, I was unsuspectingly unhappy, and visibly underweight.
The photos were of a tailgate party before a football game. No one knew the struggle that was occurring in my head. I “let” myself eat that barbecue because that was all that was available, but inside I was silently freaking out that I didn’t know the nutritional content of what I was eating. I felt out of control because I couldn’t log my food.
Needless to say, I used to count calories. I used MyFitnessPal to track every single morsel that my body digested. At first it was a way for me to control my portions when I began my lifestyle transformation, but it evolved into something that would haunt me everyday. I would eat the same foods almost daily because they were familiar foods that I deemed healthy and “low calorie”. I felt secure eating them because the calorie count was predetermined and easily trackable in MyFitnessPal. I never wanted to eat at a restaurant that didn’t have nutritional information on their website. If I got Chipotle, I calculated exactly how many calories were in the bowl I ate. I recall a night where a friend had a birthday dinner at Chili’s, and I ordered the tortilla soup, not because it was what I wanted, but because it had the lowest calorie count on the menu.
What started as an innocent desire to live healthfully and change my diet, turned into a monster.
This is why I don’t track my calories.
Because after overcoming such an internal battle, I see things so much differently. I think about people starving in third world countries who would do anything for a plate of food. I think about the important things in life, how short life is, and how it should be enjoyed. I think about how blessed I am with this life of mine, and how there are bigger, better things to focus on. A healthy lifestyle is not about the numbers you are consuming. It is about quality over quantity. I would rather experiment with recipes, try new foods, eat foods I love, have fun nights with friends, than constantly worry about what I’m eating and if it will fit into my daily intake.
I have formed a genuine, positive, healthy relationship with food. It is my passion. Along with exercise, cooking is my outlet. The two combined make for a blissfully balanced life, if used responsibly.
No questions today, but I would love to hear your thoughts!