always bothers me when “improvements” to unhealthy diets are all about taking tasty things away rather than ADDING new things. like. add new tastes and new flavours and MORE NUTRIENTS and vitamins
there was some awful show on for encouraging middle class mothers to take their eating disorders out on their children and it was like “oh well, this snack doesn’t taste as good as my usual one, but it’s healthier”
so get one that??? actually tastes as good?
like this thing of. you know this food that you like and enjoy eating? why don’t you toss all that out and eat stuff you don’t enjoy as much or want to eat?
that’s unhinged to me.
like i just think the process of discovering newer, healthier foods should be ADDITIVE, where you’re exploring new tastes alongside your usual ones, slowly broadening your palate and your preferences, rather than punishing yourself for “unhealthy” food
(CW eating disorders)
god i feel so strongly about this bc i could not figure out how to strike a balance between “eating foods that make me feel good” and “not relapsing back into disordered eating habits” until i switched my mindset from “i need to remove unhealthy foods from my diet” to “i need to figure out which foods makes me feel good and add them to my diet”
examples:
moving from “i want a snack. chips sound really good, but i can’t eat chips because they’re unhealthy, so i guess i just won’t eat anything” to “i want a snack. chips sound really good, so i’m gonna eat some, but because i haven’t had any fruits or veggies today, i’m gonna eat some grapes with them”
moving from “i’m craving a burger and fries from mcdonald’s, but that’s unhealthy, so i’m just gonna eat some plain brown rice and grilled chicken even though those don’t sound good” to “im craving mcdonald’s, but last time i ate that it upset my stomach, so i don’t think eating it would make me feel good. but i think what my craving is telling me is that i need carbs and protein, so how about i make some steak and mashed potatoes for dinner?”
moving from “i’m in too much pain to cook tonight, but frozen food is unhealthy, so i just won’t eat anything” to “im in too much pain to cook tonight, so im gonna eat a frozen meal, but im gonna add some pre-cooked chicken and frozen spinach to it because i think the protein and veggies will make my body feel good”
and honestly this has been so much better for me and i feel so much better both physically and mentally than when i was just focused on “i can’t eat anything that’s Unhealthy”
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!!!!!!!
“just for a change
if it’s not too much trouble
stop fucking talking
about what other people are eating.
i don’t care that he’s fat and buying
six sandwiches. it’s none of your business.
even if you’re a nutritionist, he’s not
your patient. he shouldn’t blush
and mumble his order because
of the way that you treat him. for all you know,
those sandwiches are going to orphans.
and even if he’s going to eat them himself:
it’s his body, my dude, you don’t get to
police it.
my friend is thin and has celiac disease
and the number of elitist dickbags who snort at her
every time she asks for gluten-free is so astronomically high
if we built a ladder out of them, we’d break the glass ceiling. i
have heard: “that diet doesn’t really work, you know,” “you're
thin already, why bother?” “just eat bread it’s not that bad
for you!” flung in her face about every time
she sits down to eat. she has to be polite about it
and tell them the truth
or else for some reason, they’re angry.
but why do i have to inform you, a stranger,
about my personal health situation
before you pardon me? why is it that i have to admit
that i’m lactose intolerant before someone allows me to
drink soy milk? it’s not the blood of virgins
and it’s not hurting you to shut the fuck up without
snickering about how girls are always trying new diet things.
why does anyone with any hint of curve have to
talk about their genetics, their thyroid, why do they
have to explain to your fuck of a peabrain
before you “forgive” them for the sin
of just eating?
i hate that i feel like i have to apologize when i’m ordering,
that if i’m buying only ice cream i feel like i have to explain
i’m not buying it for myself only. i hate feeling like
brownies and cake and good things are
all “indulgences” but
carrots and broccoli and good things are
all “dieting.” why the hell do i have to feel bad about a plate
overflowing with food? why the hell do i have to feel bad
about anything i do?
how about instead of snickering that sally’s eating salad
because she’s trying too hard to fit in
you shut your fucking
mouth
about it.”
— I will literally eat you whole. Try me. See if I won’t. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)