This fall, I applied for and was offered an internship working in marketing for a giant technology company in the San Francisco Bay Area from January to June. Today, as I travel back to the mystical land of the East Coast for the first time all year, I want to share with you some of the most pertinent, impactful, and transformative things that I’ve learned over the course of this half-year while living, eating, and working on the West Coast.
Since listening to podcasts and reading books + articles about orthorexia, intuitive eating, Health At Every Size, body respect & love, and the truth about wellness on Instagram, I realized that these habits of mine have actually been restricting me from intuitively eating and having a normal relationship with food. These habits have not been healthy at all. Far from it, actually.
And after years of so much damn rigidity and self-regulation,
I don't want to have to do this anymore.
For years, our subconscious minds have been berated by the diet mentality; this part of our brains will tell us that it’s unacceptable to indulge, that we are undeserving, and that we should not enjoy dessert. The diet industry offers a plethora of reasons for this -- some of the recent, top ones being: sugar is 'dangerous'; we should be 'burning fat'; we should only eat these certain foods to 'lose weight'.
Dear friend, I encourage you remind yourself that you actually, totally can eat dessert whenever the hell you feel like it because the diet industry is full of shit.
Starting in January of my freshman year in college and continuing to December of my sophomore year, I was a dictator over my own consumption of food. I banned gluten, all gluten-free grains, highly processed oils, dairy, fried products, refined sugars, and all dessert except for 100% dark chocolate. (Yep, that type of bar actually exists. And it is bitter). I preached to anyone who would listen about why grains were “bad for me” and why I would never, ever eat them again.
You've achieved your goal from the night before to get up and go to the gym first thing in the morning. You pushed yourself during your workout, you became out of breath, your heart was working its hardest, and even though you are super sweaty now, you feel amazing. Alive. Proud. Awake. However, depending on the number that will flash in front of you on the gray, cold machine in two seconds, your entire day will be altered. You'll either feel good (but not where we want to be just yet), or instantly upset. All it takes is one number. One indication of your gravitational pull to the Earth.
MY GOODNESS, TIMES SQUARE IS A HOT MESS.
We always end up there when we’re in New York because my family doesn’t know how to not be tourists. Plus, mom absolutely loves all of the shimmering Christmas decorations in Midtown, so we've given up on convincing her to go to quieter areas of the city. You can't argue with a determined Mama L.
Valentine's Day, is, as much as social media would like you to believe, absolutely 100% NOT the day to hate on yourself for not having a boyfriend or girlfriend. Whether you are romantically involved with another human being at the current time or not, realize that you already, always & forever, have a special someone. That someone is yourself. The relationship that you have with yourself is the longest relationship that you will ever be in, so you better treat it damn well.
With tests and papers, club requirements, and social commitments piling up this week, I decided to take a three-hour vacation from everything this morning. No studying, no checking Facebook, no responding to emails, no Instagram-ing, and definitely no answering to any external, extracurricular obligations that do not serve me in the present moment.