I see athletes and bodybuilders and impossibly fit-looking people on the interwebs extolling the virtues of macros, and it alllllmost sounds kind of science-y, so I just want to put this out there: if you are counting macros, you are on a diet. It’s right there in the name. Macronutrients are the hallmark of an…
Enough with the cheat days
Cheating on…what exactly? Cheat days seem to imply that food is a game, or a test, or a relationship. It is none of those things. Food is just food. Just an inanimate object, chillin’ on a plate. It doesn’t have moral goodness or badness. It doesn’t make rules, or punish you for breaking them. It is…
When you don’t know where to start, start with your words
Break free of the diet mentality with some simple ways to change your self-talk. At its heart, intuitive eating boils down to one thing: a change in perspective. So how do you make that happen? It all begins with your thoughts, which become your words, which become your actions, which become your habits. Here’s how you can get…
Here’s to the season of letting go
Why did I get an eating disorder? I don’t know, and I probably never will. Why wasn’t I born skinny? Or tall? Or blue-eyed? Who knows. Who cares? The older I get, the more it all seems so…foolish. Anxiety and depression are real, but beauty standards aren’t. No one can make me feel bad about my…
Food insanity turns good advice into bad advice
Water, tea, broccoli…I’ve used them all to advance my eating disorder. Have you? There’s a helluva lot of health advice out there, and some of it is even pretty good. Drinking lots of water, for instance — I bet a lot of people are chronically under-hydrated. But when you restrict your food intake and activate that part of…
If I hear the word skinny one more time, I will hurl myself out this window
As a descriptor for food, it’s meaningless and manipulative. As a diet goal, it’s straight-up dangerous. The first time I remember encountering a food product called “skinny” was at Starbucks, probably a decade ago (yikes). I found out that you could order any drink “skinny” and you’d get fat-free milk, sugar-free syrup, the whole nine yards. I…
six months to sanity 