10/09/2020
But what diets miss is... everything else.
They’re supposed to—they’re not intended to fix a broken heart; no matter how hard we diet down to stitch ourselves back together.
They’re not intended to heal what we learned about ourselves as tender, sweet babes... no matter how many times we believe this drop in carbs, or weight, or sizes, will finally be the thing that does the trick.
Learning to be with yourself, in sad times, in joyful times, in boring times—isn’t the job of a diet to offer.
And in keeping with this, many cities near Portland are burning. The weariness felt like it clutched at me yesterday—the throat I have the privilege to express my word from, the lungs that can manage the smoke-soaked air without hesitation or crackle, the house with windows that close and the car with a full gas tank.
And, the serving of chocolate chips I leaned on while calling loved ones to get their opinions. There was space for that, too. I think it’s important to mention that. To highlight it. Not the cup of chocolate chips, not one sole chocolate chip—the one serving, the tablespoon. What I was hungry for, in that present moment.
Food will not solve sadness, and thinness will not solve anything. And, complete separation of self from food having any emotion doesn’t solve much, either.
This is liberatory, to me. The ability to feel our woes, be thankful for our tears and rest and ability to stress out and our choice to stay present.
To love all of it and see it all through—that’s my liberated choice.
The roots, of the symptom of a world burning more often, run deep. There is so much to learn with this.🖤
