I’ve been writing this post on and off in my head for a few weeks now. I’ve always been of the camp that if you put your life out there for the public, whether it be as a celebrity or politician or especially as a blogger, you have a responsibility to be a positive influence on other people. I’m really sick of all the “I can’t eat this, I can’t eat that” when really, the verb you are looking for is WON’T. You won’t eat something because you are afraid of it. And you know what? You’re teaching these young girls and boys who look up to you really terrible habits.
You might think you have great habits because you’re at the gym six days a week and you meal prep and you eschew basically any semblance of pleasure in your life because it might not be “healthy”. Stop with the “I deserve this” food and rewarding yourself with food and cheat days and all that shit. Stop with the 80/20. Just be a real person, please. Eat real food and stop waiting for an award for it because that carrier pigeon got lost in a storm somewhere.
If you haven’t put two and two together, I’ve definitely been really hard on myself in the past. I’ve went from a crazy party girl who would way overindulge to a super restrictive, absolutely miserable bitch. I’ve spent weeks eating whatever I want and lost weight and spent weeks running 40+ miles and eating super clean and gaining weight. I’ve loved my body and hated my body at basically every weight I’ve been. Yes, I do get on the scale every day, because I care about keeping myself accountable, but I also have learned to accept the number that is on the scale and know that I can only change what I do today. There is no use in being mad at Past Cassie for eating one too many pieces of chocolate the night before.
I’ve read the posts. I’ve had that mindset. I’ve thought, “Eating in moderation means you have no self-control.” You know what, I do actually have self-control and maybe I will just have that frozen yogurt not because I need it, but because I want it. I look at food as food – I don’t put it on a pedestal. I mean yeah, obviously it’s fuel for your body, whatever, but it’s also basically the basis of every culture ever. Do you think people want to visit Italy to eat grilled chicken breasts and non-starchy vegetables and whatever other dumb foods are on your safe list? No. They want to visit Italy to eat pasta and drink wine and maybe have gelato twice a day (not speaking from experience or anything).
Do I need to clean up my diet a little bit right now? Probably, because I like being a size 0 and should be buying things for my apartment and not new jeans and I like how I look at a certain weight. Do I want to be that girl who won’t go have a margarita with her friends because OMG ADDED SUGAR? No. Trust me, being super skinny and having a six pack is super awesome. So is having a social life.
Am I eating McDonalds and donuts and junk every day? Also no. I’m eating mostly clean but not beating myself up over a glass of wine or a cup of ice cream. I know in the past I’ve been all “I don’t eat this, I don’t eat that” but you know what? I was so boring and frustrating to be around I was basically a basic bitch at that point.
Do you think a boy wants to be with a girl who can’t go get a drink with him because the extra 120 calories will put her over the edge? The short answer to that is no. Do you think a girl wants to be with a guy who eats only broccoli and tilapia and protein shakes? No, and not just because tilapia is the poor man’s salmon.
Being able to indulge once in a while is another form of self-control. I hate to break it to you, self-imposed restrictive diets are just a different form of disordered eating because you think yogurt and oatmeal are the enemy or whatever. No, you’re the enemy to your own happiness.You need to lighten up on yourself. Let yourself enjoy your life a little bit. Trust me, you won’t gain five hundred pounds. You probably won’t even gain five pounds. What you will gain is a life that is a bit richer and more exciting than heating up another bowl of brussels sprouts and grass fed beef and some avocado for the 300th day in a row.
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