Let’s see. Where to start?
|obviously you needed proof|
I became pretty strict with what I ate. I even stopped eating pizza. /gasp/ And all this restriction put my relationship with food in a terrible state. Sometimes if I started to stray from my calorie limit or if I was having a stressful day, it would send me on a food binge–telling myself that the next day I would be back on track. I did not have a happy relationship with food.
But over time I started to become more interested in the things that I put into my body beyond their calorie content. I started to try and eat more vegetables and fruits, and I read about nutrition and what’s “good” for you. I started to focus more on what I included in my diet rather than what I excluded. My relationship with food improved but it wasn’t quite back to normal.
Fast forward several months and I’m in a new relationship with an avid exerciser. At first I was set on not being an exerciser and not caving to peer pressure that “exercise is so great blah blah blah.” But then I just decided one day to tag along with a friend to the gym. And for some reason, it just stuck with me that day. I had a good time and started going on the regular. At first I was just doing cardio but I gradually added strength training to my routine once I realized how awesome it was.
|21st birthday – clearly I was excited about my small muscle growth|
I started to really appreciate my body and worry less about my weight. And my relationship with food greatly improved. I went from calculating every calorie I ingested to focusing more on getting the good things (like fruits, veggies, whole grains, lean protein) into my diet. And I stopped restricting myself from occasionally eating not-so-great-for-you foods that I love (like pizza. and ice cream. and eating-out foods.) And the bingeing episodes stopped. That’s not to say that I don’t overindulge sometimes, but I realize that it’s normal and I don’t feel the regret (and restrictive calorie intake) that I once did. Here’s a good chart from seventeen magazine about normal vs. not-so-normal eating:
My love of cooking started around the Summer after my third year in school. I was broke and didn’t have a job coming for another month. So I made an arrangement with my parents to get payed to cook dinner for them. When I started, I could hardly chop vegetables. But I quickly honed my skills and realized that I love to cook! And thus started my kitchen experimentation, which continues to develop and evolve every day.
|vegetarian chili – one of my first recipes|
So where does this all leave me? Well, I suppose it leaves me a food-loving-exercise-enthusiast with a thirst for knowledge (and a hunger for beets).