Hey lover

Not going to lie here peeps.

This month, I struggled with what to write: sometimes life gets in the way. Which is cool, until you realise it’s also hit your creative flow and you’re coming up cold with what to write.

So I asked some people about what they’d like to see, and straight away they helped get me flowing with words #thanksgirls

So this month, I’m talking about my relationships. Not people relationships. But my relationship journey with food and stress.

There’s research to show that foods are manufactured to help you reach a “euphoric state” when you eat them. This means the sugar, salt and fat content is just right.

This is why things like McDonalds, KFC, and even donuts are made to help us reach that spot. They make us moan, lick our lips and salivate all the more.

So why do we eat when we are stressed? I don’t truly know the answer to that, but I can share where I’ve been with my lover that is food and what happens in our relationship when I’m stressed.

Stress for me is not feeling in control, or getting overwhelmed. Once I get to feeling like that. It’s all over. I hit up my lover and it’s on. The lover of choice depends on the stress though.

Chocolate – Our relationship has changed a lot over the last few years. But I’d binge eat a family block before you’d blink. I’d also have no qualms in tackling you to the ground to get it. The totally whack thing is – that eating the whole block made me feel like I was in control; that I had the power in this relationship. Truth was though I didn’t, because like so many unhealthy relationships, afterwards I would feel guilt, embarrassment, hopeless – anything but in control.

It’s like I’d cheated on my relationship. My relationship being my body that I was trying so hard to choose the right path for, to maintain all the work I’d already done, trying to work  on it to grow in more ways than just weight loss.

Alcohol – This for me is the lover I turn too when I just want to let go, you know when want to lose yourself – not think, not be overly responsible. Again, our relationship has changed in the last few years. But I love to go out with my girlfriends and have a great night. However, when I truly let go, it’s like booze and bad food are two naughty teenagers who want to go off behind the bike sheds and have a pash. So it’s not just flash backs and potential regrets the next day it’s also the shit I put in my mouth. I know I should choose the healthy option. Stay committed to my marriage with my body. Make smart and conscious decisions, with options that support me in good times and bad. But like a moth to a flame, I go down that affair path. I fail to stay monogamous. I go straight to the grease and the sugar. I leave behind my goals, my aspiration for my mind, body and soul. I take the fast foods hand and go off to reach that euphoric state.

I know people relate to this. We do it to ourselves, more times than we can count. The chocolate and alcohol were my affairs of choice. But everyone is different.

I think the thing is we know full well that we are responsible for our choices. We need to be accountable and recognise when we choose to cheat on our bodies, that it had consequences. You can’t crack the shits at your body, when you’ve done nothing but cheat on it.

We know I’m all about that balance life, not punishing you for enjoying life. Leaving behind the days food and starting fresh the next day. But using it as an outlet that tilts the balance; it fucks up the end game.

So next time; just be conscious of the choice you’re making. One baby step at a time it can make all the difference