As you know, one of the main topics we cover in the blog and in our podcast has to do with improving our relationship with food and eating. Weird for a vegan cooking website, I know. The thing is, we can't talk about cooking without talking about food, and we can't talk about food without talking about the way we eat, and as you've heard me say many times before, we can't talk about the way we eat without looking at our relationship with our own body. One of the reasons why I decided to open up today's topic is because bikini body season messaging is already filling the air. Almost like when you pass a bakery, get a whiff of those baguettes and suddenly all you can think about is bread.
If it's the first time you're reading or listening to this series, I highly recommend that you start from the beginning so you get a full sense of where I'm coming from. I began this series after some very deep soul searching, I gave you an introduction to the series which included a little public apology I felt was important, and then we headed deep into the stories of the myriad of weight loss diets I tried, 23 to be exact, in part 1 and part 2 of the series. You'll hear all about the points, the crazy nutritionist, how deprivation and dieting itself can lead to not only weight gain but is the number one ingredient for a messy relationship with food. In last week's episode I covered mostly what happens when these body shaming, pro-restrictive voices come from people who have letters after their names, and how destructive that can be. I finished that episode by finally arriving at the point in which I found veganism. That's where we're picking things up today.
If you read our last post or listened to last week's episode, you know all about what this new series entails. It's meant to tell you (and remind me) all about my personal stories with dieting, and there are many, in the hopes that we can finally start viewing food in a different way. That we can bring it back to the wonderful source of sustenance / creativity / delicious part of our lives that it actually is, and stop viewing it as a source of stress, calories, points, grams of this, as punishment or reward, and go back to listening to our bodies and enjoying food again. This anti diet philosophy is something I've been trying to share since the blog started, but it's also something I've failed at, many times over, hence last week's public apology.
I have a confession to make, and a few stories to tell you (by now you know I love going to the past and telling stories almost as much as I love eating cupcakes and I LOVE eating cupcakes). Today's stories though, are so very personal and tough, because they have to do with one of my biggest struggles, the one I've had since I was a little girl, with my favorite best friend/comfort/nemesis/I forgive you let's be friends again/why are you doing this to me/that's it your grounded again bestie: FOOD. My relationship with food though, as much as I love to eat, went hand in hand with dieting. Almost all my life. Even until recently. Hence the public apology I want to start this post with.
A couple of months ago I published three posts and three podcast episodes titled the "A Way of Eating" series. I was so happy when I wrote these posts because my intention behind them was to separate veganism from all the dogma that is out there when it comes to food rules, i.e. oil free, gluten free, soy free, clean eating, etc. These posts had a little surprise in store for me, something I wasn't expecting at all. Something that came in the form of an epiphany/ice bucket in the head wake up call that caught me completely by surprise.