I do have a Treat Yourself Tuesday post written, unfortunately it’s in the drafts folder of my laptop, and I’m at work, so I’m posting tomorrow’s post today and my Tuesday post on Wednesday. Long weekends mess with my brain.
This is a post that’s been brewing in the back of my mind for a while. I’ve resisted actually putting my thoughts down for a few reasons 1) I’m not even sure if this will make sense, 2) I don’t want to come across as ranty, and this might, and 3) I don’t like it when people are upset with me.
But, I’m over it now. After continually seeing articles about how people are doing it wrong or not being healthy enough I’m about to lose my ever-loving mind.
The headline that put me over the top?
Disclaimer: I didn’t read the article because I was too scared my head would explode.
I also muttered (silently) a number of profanities because….ugh!
What in the heck?!
Okay, sure, eating apple peel is healthier than not eating it, but if the only way you’re going to eat an apple is to peel it, then by all means peel the dang thing!
This whole, food-shaming-everyone-has-to-eat-perfectly trend is getting on my last freaking nerve.
How do I approach “healthy living”?
It’s all about balance.
Eat healthfully. Enjoy your food. Want a beer? Drink a beer (I do!). Want dessert? Eat dessert.
Exercise. Get your sweat on. Feeling tired? Take a rest day. Something ouchy? Take two.
Yes, I 100% agree that people should be aware of the nutritional value of foods consumed, so I say make choices that make you happy, but make informed choices. I know eating a salad is better for me than greasy pizza, but some days I want (or need, depending on the day) greasy pizza and beer. So I’m going to eat it. And not feel guilty.
Moving your body is better than not moving your body. But, sometimes stuff happens. Sometimes we get injured, sometimes work or family or friends take priority. That’s okay. A lot of times I’ll arrange my day so I workout right after work and will see friends later in the evening, around 7:30 or 8:00. If that doesn’t work? I’ll skip my workout. No big deal.
I’m tired of seeing so-call motivational posters convincing us we’re less-than if we skip a workout because we’re tired, or sore (OMG this was pisses me off so much! If you’re sore your body needs to HEAL and REST) or have a friend in town.
I’m constantly questioning if I’m truly tired or just feeling lazy. If I’m just feeling lazy, I’ll go workout and then I feel better and am glad I did it. Tired? I’m going to enjoy every freaking second of that rest day, thankyouverymuch!
I’m in no way trying to make anyone feel badly for being healthy, or motivating, or eating healthy. I just feel bombarded lately with messages that if we aren’t eating kale for every meal, or cutting out carbs (FYI – I’m pretty strongly against any diet that requires cutting out entire freaking food groups (unless you’ve been advised by your doc) because it’s the cool thing to do. Personally, I eat very few refined carbs, but I certainly don’t actively work to cut them out, I just don’t like sandwiches and prefer smoothies over oatmeal for breakfast so that reduces my carb/grain intake right there) or vegan, or paleo, or, or, or then we aren’t good enough.
We are all good enough.
That stuff just drives me batty.
No one is perfect.
No one should feel the need to eat perfectly or work out perfectly.
Life doesn’t work that way.
One of my personal mantras is “life’s too short”.
It can be applied in many a situation:
- Life’s too short to not eat that cookie.
- Life’s too short to drink crappy wine [as I dump a bad bottle down the drain]
- Life’s too short to feel guilty for skipping a workout
- Life’s too short to not drink that beer
- Life’s too short to not see my friends
Now, I understand that for some people recovering from eating disorders involving fear foods, what I’ve written above isn’t quite so easy. I get it. I understand that; I’m not speaking to you. You’re on your own journey.
Actually, we’re all on our own journey.
We need to find what works best for us and do that.
Don’t worry about eating an apple wrong (seriously WTF?!), skipping the gym or enjoying a beer.
You do you, and I’ll do me.