I hate that word. It can mean any number of things, not all of it negative, but to many women (and unfortunately men, teenagers and children) it can bring about a lot of negative feelings.
For me, diet is a 4-letter word. You know, like shit and damn and a lot of other worse words I won’t type here today (because my mom might be reading – hi Mom!)
Ironic because diet is why I am here – but not in the context that I dislike so much.
So I want to set the tone right off the bat.
I am 31 years old. I have probably spent 18 years of my life dieting. My weight has gone down. My weight has gone up. In fact – it wouldn’t surprise me if all of these weight fluctuations are the cause of the inflammation that is now making my migraines so hard to control. And I have reached the point in my life where I am so done with dieting.
I wouldn’t mind being a few (or 20) pounds lighter. But I’m done with punishing myself and restricting myself because it’s a terrible way to live.
Instead, I am now healing myself with food.
From this point forward, if you read the word diet in my posts, it is simply referring to the anti-inflammatory lifestyle I have embarked on. It may also pertain to my son’s allergies. It will not mean anything about calorie restriction unless I note otherwise. If I end up losing weight on this lifestyle change – hey, bonus.