Bayside Dietetics
By Sarah Smith of Bayside Dietetics
www.baysidedietetics.com.au or Facebook page Bayside Dietetics
On the first day of Christmas, I still had iso shame…
On the second day of Christmas, I had no-one else to “blame”
On the third day of Christmas, summer body panic arose
On the fourth day of Christmas, I’ve changed shape, and everyone knows.
On the fifty day of Christmas, my true self gave to me, JOY FROM FOOD
(It was at Christmas drinks and boy was the conversation with an actual person and food from a restaurant really enjoyable. It made me start to wonder about changing my story this Christmas. Why does it feel so shameful to enjoy a Christmas party? What if I let go of judging my body and how I eat? How would life then change for me?)
On the sixth day of Christmas I left the dieting rat race.
On the seventh day of Christmas I found so much more headspace.
On the eight day of Christmas I ate much less than I thought.
On the ninth day I wondered, what is this crap I was taught?
(What a total surprise hey! The diet industry tries to make us believe that we need rules or point targets to start and stop us eating but our body does that job really well – consider a baby to see how natural and instinctual eating can be. A recent study (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6996745/ ) highlights how complex the process of choosing what to eat is, but that our bodies are on top of that job and are very trustworthy guiders of how to eat. It’s hard to ignore the dieting messages that are abundant right now, but trust in our body provides a great alternative.)
On the tenth day I realised my body does just fine.
On the eleventh day I trusted that the way I eat is mine.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I moved my body just for joy, trusted the way I eat is mine, realised my body does just fine, let go of crap I was taught, ate much less than I thought, found much for headspace, left the dieting rat race, got JOY FROM FOOD, stopped criticising body shapes, let summer be about sun and grapes, stopped assigning blame & shame and found acceptance in me.
Merry Christmas.
Sarah
