It's been a helluva ride and emotions are running high! I'm not here to make a political statement (there's plenty of that everywhere else). Today I'm called to serve my community by reminding you of your inherent worth and inviting you to be kind to yourself and others.
We've bought into the myth that nutrition and weight management is all about keeping a neutral balance of calories in & calories out, or that calories out should exceed calories in.
We've bought into the myth that if we give and give and give, deplete our resources, and keep going, we somehow earn a special badge of honor (cue the chorus: "I don't know how she does it!").
We've bought into the myth that self-care is a luxury (insert images of fancy spa days and ladies who lunch). Furthermore, we've decided that putting others first (always) and caring for ourselves (never or only once in a while) is somehow a sustainable recipe for sucess. We've got it in our heads that prioritizing self-care somehow depletes our resources for tending to others. And then we wonder why we're tired and sick!
I've always considered myself a feminist. No, I don't mean the bra-burning, man-hating feminist you may be picturing. I mean the true definition of feminist, which is to consider how a culture defines gender norms, and the impact it has on the people (of all genders) who live within that culture.
We've bought into the myth that healthy food is not yummy, that finding health is a long road of suffering and deprivation, and that the symbol of health is a body deprived of all its fat stores.
If you practice yoga regularly, there's a good chance you'll fall on your face (hello, crow!) along the way. Or maybe you'll play hot-potato with your toe, trying to hold half-moon pose. Or, if you're like me, you'll manage to fall right out of any ol' pose, even with both feet on the ground! (Seriously... this really happened!) Compassion for where you are in the journey, today, in this moment, makes it easier to laugh at yourself and allow for the lesson.
Wanna know a secret? I used to hate. yoga. Yep, you read that right... I loathed it. Why? If my childhood extracurricular trends are any indicator, I'd say it's because you have to practice at it. I always hated to practice anything - piano, ballet, soccer, choir - I just wanted to show up, perform well, and take home my trophy. But it doesn't always work that way.
We're back for the fourth in the series of The Yoga of Food. I hope you've enjoyed it so far! Today's topic gets a little deep and maybe a bit uncomfortable. It's a side of yoga and food and health that we rarely talk about. A shadow side....
In the last Yoga of Food post, we talked about how to use mindfulness as a way of listening to the body. In this third post, we're going to explore how to use that information to honor the body. Because listening and doing are two different things, right?
Welcome to the second in a series of posts relating my yoga lessons to the food relationship. Today, we're talking about mindfulness. Before you roll your eyes, I'd like to quote one of my favorite authors, Brené Brown.
Those who know me have heard me say that "yoga keeps me sane" and that "it's for the benefit of everyone around me" that I practice regularly! What I didn't expect was for that passion to so beautifully parallel my work in the realm of food relationship.
Got a craving coming on? You no longer have to be hostage to those pesky Food Gremlins. Try these 4 Simple Steps for Tackling those Gremlins and you'll be on your way to freedom! I said "simple", not "easy", so have patience with yourself. Your Gremlins have been with you a long time and they won't let go without putting up a fight!