It’s such a shame as we get older how we see so much less winded in he world. The magic is never gone, we just forget how to notice it.
I’ve been doing some digging lately- and the idea of joy keeps coming back to me. Followed by the ideas of fun, laughter, dance, play and creativity. All of these things bring joy into your life- but we deem them to be much less important than so many other tasks in our day to day.
The major issue is, the most meaningful part of our lives are the connections we have with the other people in our lives. And while we’re all so busy focusing on the “important stuff” we’re forgetting to take into consideration that the most memorable, heart touching moments we share with those we love can only come when we make the space for the fun, laughter, dance, play and creativity. You are literally starving yourself and the ones you love of these incredible moments for connection by ignoring these things.
But the thing is… if we’re not used to being care free in the way children are- we might freeze up even if we do get the opportunity to play or to dance. Today I was thinking about how much I used to dance and how now when I try I feel stuff and awkward.
And I think we feel stiff and awkward when it comes to all of these things because they require practice. The word practice keeps coming up for me lately. Yoga practice, mediation practice etc. It’s not like you do them because you’re already good at them- you have a practice evause you are doing literally that, practicing. The same way you would with a musical instrument or a sport. You have to PRACTICE play, practice laughter, practice dance- by putting them into PRACTICE!!
Lol now I know I’m putting a lot of stress on that word. But the only way to practice something is to make the space and time for it.
Have you ever tried to fake laugh and it ends up making you laugh for real?? Try it. It’s a really good way to get yourself going.
If you have nothing to do for a moment, stop looking around for a task to complete. Put on some music and start doing a stupid dance. Again, it might make you feel really dumb at first, but as you start moving you’re going to loosen up and start feeling the groove.
Creativity is also not something that only some of us are gifted with- it’s something we have to cultivate in the exact same way. Those of who rn corporate creativity into our days are the ones who amplify it within ourselves.
I’ve been watching RuPaul’s Drag Race lately and I’ve been in awe of the creativity those Queens put into their entire performance. I thought back to yesterday when I pulled together a random Halloween costume out of a bin of things and suddenly became a Chuck Cavewoman with a pink wig and with glamorous shimmering pink eyelids, and I was amazed at how much fun it was.
Now what if we didn’t wait for Halloween for the excuse to let our creative juices flow? What if we practiced dance, laughter, play, fun and creativity daily? Even if it were just for five minutes?
I don’t know about you- but I’m feeling lighter just thinking about it.
Wouldn’t it be nice to get a little bit of our kid goggles back?
Comment below with the last time you felt carefree and had fun like the good old days 😁
For a long time now, I’ve been obsessed with personal improvement. I’ve been a personal trainer, a nutritionist and a self-help book junkie. What I’ve noticed over the years of striving to become a healthier, happier person, is how often professionals will recommend that you do [insert habit here] everyday. You should drink 2.5 L of water everyday, you should take xyz vitamin/supplement everyday, you should meditate everyday, you should exercise everyday, you should eat 9 servings of vegetables everyday, you should write in a gratitude journal everyday, you should walk 10,000 steps everyday, you should floss everyday, overwhelmed yet?
Last year, I read a book about success. It was essentially about living by a set of principles that can help guide your life rather than trying to make decisions in each individual situation based on emotion or whatever else might be influencing you at that time in your life. The one part of that book that had the biggest impact on me was the simple statement that you can spend your day in one of two ways: one is doing things that move you towards a goal, and the other is doing things that don’t move you towards a goal.
At first glance that might seem like a shit ton of pressure. Wow, I can either do the right or the wrong thing with my day. Great. I better be super focused and productive 100% of the time then right? No.
Thats not what I took away from it anyway. The way I see it is as a simple guidepost for whether on not something you’re focusing your time on is actually worth the time your spending on it. I also see all the little things that you give your attention to as drops in a bucket that can add up significantly over time.
For example, if you want to get into better shape, a ten minute walk is better than no walk at all. Every bit always counts.
One other statement that has impacted me greatly over the last year was a quote I heard, and I think it was by Oprah… It said “you can have everything, just not all at once.”
So how does all of this loop back around and determine what you should do everyday?
Well, I think it means that if you zoom out and look at the bigger picture, you can see that life will always naturally ebb and flow. You can accept that you can’t always expect to be able to uphold the exact same routines everyday; especially at a time in your life when your day is at the mercy of a baby or a small child. Ultimately, you can take a bit of pressure off of yourself because a time will come where you’ll have more time to focus on other things.
I believe, that as long as you are asking yourself if the things you ARE spending time on do move you somehow closer to a goal, then you can be assured that you are doing an amazing job, everyday.
If that means you spent your day cleaning up poop and not changing out of your pyjamas because you could barely keep your head above the chaos of motherhood? Good. You did something that contributed to your goal of creating a happy family life, because you spent your day doing exactly what your child needed that day.
Some days might not feel “productive” in the conventional sense of the word, but goals are not always career oriented, or fitness oriented, or about how clean your house is or how put together you appear. A lot of goals in your life are actually about how mentally well you are, how present you can be for the people you love or how accepting you can be of the challenges of day to day life.
I recently learned the difference between our deepest desires and our strongest desires. Our strongest desires are the things that pull us in our day to day, like growing an Instagram following, or keeping our house clean. Where as, our deepest desires are the much larger and more meaningful things we want across our life time like having meaningful work, being there for your family or spending more time on your hobbies that fill your cup.
Often times our strongest desires don’t match up very well with our deepest desires, so its great to check yourself once in a while.
Yes its great to eat healthy everyday, to be organized, to look great, to exercise. But the truth about balance is… that doesn’t mean you have to do them all, everyday. In my books, it means things balance out across the months and the years. Its not always about the days, so take a load off, mama and stop shoulding on yourself.
Share one thing you feel like you “should” be doing everyday in the comments to try and give it a bit less power over you!
Oh that sounds so vague and ooey gooey. What does cracked open even mean?
I used to hear this language and think it was so inaccessible and too abstract. That’s because it was inaccessible to me at the time. I wasn’t there yet and I wasn’t ready.
I couldn’t crack open because I didn’t know exactly what it was that I was holding onto so tightly.
I’ve spoken before about My Story and how I spent so many years reading self-help books and getting nowhere. I’ve realized that it’s because I was only skimming the surface and I was spiritually bypassing all of my real raw human emotions.
I was running from them weekly by numbing myself with alcohol or a variety of other distractions and outlets.
I wasn’t able to crack into myself until I learned that none of the self-help books would help me and I really started paying attention to myself. I started to witness all of my emotions and acknowledge them.
You might think you already do witness your emotions because you feel a lot of things. Maybe you feel a lot of anger or you feel anxiety or despair. But do you ever dig into those feelings or do you find yourself rushing through them and trying to sweep them away as quickly as you can?
I know that’s what I did. I thought I could follow a list of neat and tidy principles and get past all the wounds that I’d been carrying with me. But it’s just not a thing.
I’m not saying it’s necessary to sit in a chair and discuss every detail of your childhood- quite the opposite, in fact.
I’m talking about being in the present moment and paying attention to each emotion and allowing it’s full life span to play out inside of you. Let it wash over you and come to a peak and just breathe into it. Then ask yourself what the source of it was- but don’t stress too hard about finding it.
If you honour your emotions and use them as a guide book, you’ll find that they have a lot less power to take you and have their way with you. Give them the space they need and the attention they deserve and you’ll find you have a wonderful compass at your disposal any time you need it.
I personally took a long time to get to this place. It was a combination of adding and subtracting many things from my life that allowed me to have the mental space required to witness my own thoughts. And to be honest, I still have moments where my emotions throw me around like a rag doll.
One of the most important things I did to get to a place of honouring my emotions was to stop drowning myself in booze. Now, you don’t necessarily have to be an alcoholic, or even use alcohol to be drowning your emotions. There are plenty of ways you can numb yourself. Look around and see what “substances” you might be using.
The next thing I did was I start meditating daily which wasn’t easy, but I started with 10 minutes a day with a guided meditation app called Headspace. I wrote another post about why you should at least give it a fair shot here.
I also started doing yoga. At first I did it because I just couldn’t handle the energy of the gym anymore, but once I realized the real purpose and the power of yoga I really began to feel it was perfect for me. I started to understand that emotion and trauma and tension are stored in our muscles and in our bodies. I also crave the YIN energy of the practice. I suppressed my femininity for so many years because I thought feminine equaled weak. That’s a whole other blog post though!
Now when I have feelings bubbling up in yoga when I’m in a challenging pose I can be thankful that they’re finding a way out of me. In the beginning of my practice I thought it was my frustration about the pose being difficult. However, once I learned the emotional power of yoga to connect to yourself- I embraced these waves. Now, I cry pretty much every yoga session because I’ve got a lot of stuff to release.
I actually cry a lot, pretty much everyday, for many different reasons. Sometimes it’s overwhelming sadness, but a lot of the time it’s relief, it’s thankfulness and it’s joy. I feel like crying right now because I’m so happy I can write a post like this and really truly mean it!
I follow a lot of self-help type gurus online and I’ve read a few posts from women who’ve said things like I just did. Talking about how they cracked open and now they’re so sensitive all the time and I would think to myself: Ugh why would you want to do that? Crying sucks and it’s so bad and embarrassing.
While it may be a bit embarrassing if you’re in public-who actually cares!!
You know how people say when you let your light shine you give people permission to do the same? Well when you honour your emotions and let them flow you also give other’s permission to do the same. And when you’re like me and you’ve held so much in for so long, you’re just so grateful to let it all go that the embarrassment doesn’t hold a candle to the relief you feel!
I’m the type who’s always putting pressure on myself. Pressure to achieve, pressure to heal, pressure to do it faster.
So I can understand how it might not sound so appealing when I say that no one can tell you how to heal. I’m sure it would be easier with a proven system, but thats not how life works. No one can ever give you the exact list of tools you need to do what needs to be done. When you get to a place in your life where it’s no longer and option to stay where you are and you surrender, (as in you give up resistance and trying to control) you will find the tools and you will find the path. You just have to ask for it and keep your eyes open.
I’m so hell bent on my journey because I need to do this for my babies. I need to break a cycle of pain between mothers and daughters in my family. And I know I’m well on my way.
I’m healing on my path to motherhood and I know I’ll continue healing through the incredible emotions coming my way when I am a mother.
This is the first post I’ve written that I will be incredibly nervous to hit the publish button on. I wanted to start this post with a disclaimer for any of my family members who might be reading this post, but I’ve decided against it. I don’t want to apologize for my memories and I won’t write a sweeter version of what I recall. I promised my readers and more importantly myself that I would only blog from a place of complete authenticity and integrity. So here I go- I’ll do my best to give you a look inside the series of events that shaped me and made me so passionate about helping others find nourishment in their lives.
I was born December 22nd, 1989 to young and in-love parents. They had recently relocated from Toronto to St. Catherine’s, Ontario to start a new life together. They were full of hope and had wonderful intentions to be the best parents they could be and that’s what they did.
My mother was amazing when she was pregnant with me. She took every care to be healthy and to start my education from in the womb. My mom really poured her heart into my most tender years. She fed me healthy home made foods, she worked from home so she was able to put many loving hours into playing with me and teaching me and most of all she gave me lots and lots of love. I’m incredibly grateful for these years even though I can’t remember them. Thank goodness camcorders were around then because I have plenty of evidence of all of these great memories!
When I was three years old, almost to the day, our family grew when my brother was born on December 23rd, 1992. I was very excited to become a big sister and things seemed awesome. Unfortunately, after my brother was born my mom began to suffer from post-partum depression.
Depression runs in my family, as it does in many. My maternal grandmother suffered from severe depression and consequently my mother did not get the same loving attention when she was young that she was able to give me. My mother’s relationship with her mother was a very difficult one and never had the chance to heal because my grandmother passed away two weeks before my younger brother was born.
I’m absolutely sure that my grandmother’s death played a huge role in my mom’s post-partum depression. I also believe this was the catalyst that eventually led to the shattering of the picture perfect persona that she had invested so much time in building. She was the perfect mom, the perfect wife and a successful business owner. It took me a long time to understand, but I now see that she thought that if she swept all her hurt and pain under the rug, she could balance on top of it well enough to have a happy and fulfilling life.
However, from personal experience, I know that this is impossible. With the abuse she experienced, to the lack of love she received all on top of the emotional unavailability of her two alcoholic parents, it’s actually amazing that she kept it all together as long as she did. I respect her for doing her best and I send love to that young woman trying as hard as she was and just hoping it would all work out. So, when she left a note and first tried to end the suffering when she was in the darkness of post-partum depression feeling completely alone, I do my best understand.
This was the beginning of my childhood. My mom wasn’t able to pull herself out of this hole. As much love and support as my dad and other family members tried to give her, she didn’t know how to receive it. She never learned how to be loved as a child and this is a very difficult and deep wound to heal. She turned to substances to numb the pain and spent the next several years on a roller coaster of trying to escape this world in any way she could. I don’t need to go into the details but there was a lot of trauma during this time and a lot of visits from emergency services.
When I was eight my parents separated and we ended up moving around a lot. My mom tried a few times to pull it back together and we did have a lot of happy memories; I cherish these. The truth is my mom is a fighter, she provided as much as she could for us and she worked really, really hard. But the fact is I am an adult child of an alcoholic. The incredibly painful cycle of depression and substance abuse did not end with my mother, but it will end with me.
I grew up quickly and I took on a parenting role when I was very young. I barreled forward in life in almost the exact same way as my mom did. I acted older than I was, I overachieved and I always acted okay. In fact, I really truly believed that I was okay. I knew I had a difficult childhood, but I’d die before I would ever admit that I was damaged. I was above that, I was stronger than that and I would be damned if I ever let you tell me I was just like my mother.
I moved out young, at 17, and never looked back. It was somewhere around 19 that I realized that I was coming to a fork in the road. I had just gotten into a serious relationship, had an increasingly rocky relationship with my mother and I had been abusing marijuana for a couple of years. I thought I was using it in a socially acceptable way because all my friends did it too, but they were probably escaping something just the same way I was. I was standing in the exact same place my mother was at the same age and I had two choices. I could keep going forward the way I was, shoving it all under the rug and balancing on top or I could look my pain in the face and do the work to break the cycle.
This is incredibly difficult work to do. It’s been seven years since I made this realization and during this time I had truly thought I was doing all the right things to heal myself.
I was reading all sorts of self-help books, I was delving into spirituality and I was getting “healthy”. However, at the same time as I was going through all the motions of getting better, I had also shifted from marijuana abuse (I quit that completely when I met the love of my life) to alcohol abuse. And in the exact same rationalization as with pot, I thought I was using alcohol in a socially acceptable way. It took me a long time to see that I wasn’t and that I was slipping closer and closer towards the destiny I least wanted.
It took my now-husband telling me hundreds of times, and me scaring myself on many occasions for me to open my eyes to what I was doing. At one point it got so bad that I was sneaking alcohol nightly. Getting tipsy by myself and chain-smoking cigarettes alone in the garage until well after my husband went to sleep. Many nights I would sneak upstairs, throw up in the spare bathroom and then crawl into bed with the spins hoping my husband wouldn’t notice.
This is what being an alcoholic looks like. I admit it- I am not good with alcohol and alcohol is not my friend. Every time I drink I feel terrible the next day, even if its just two drinks. And its not because I’m hung over, it’s because I feel guilty and I know that alcohol messes with my brain chemistry. I can sometimes even feel it when I have one drink. I feel less clarity, I feel sad even if there is no reason and I don’t feel love for myself. It’s just not good for me.
This is a tough thing to put down on paper. Our culture is very heavily based upon the consumption of alcohol, not only for celebration but also for commiseration and dealing with stress. We drink when we’re happy; we drink when we’re sad and when everyone else is drinking it feels pretty weird when you‘re not. Alcoholism is a huge stigma to carry and I am currently trying to navigate each situation I enter, with the help of my husband, the best that I can. I haven’t cut alcohol completely out of my life, but I have drastically reduced my consumption. I have found substituting with kombucha to be a great help at gatherings where everyone else is drinking.
I haven’t spoken openly about this to many people, not even my friends. I am incredibly good at hiding it when I’m not okay. It’s been a frightening road and I’m learning how to be vulnerable so I can know that it’s okay to not always be okay. I’ve decided to share this with you now because it’s a part of my healing. I know that online appearances are very deceiving and I never want to create the impression that I’ve got it all together. I’m sharing this because if anyone else is experiencing anything similar I want them to know their story isn’t the only one like it.
I know there are tons of people who have said exactly what I just said and I always thought that was cheesy. The thing is, I never found a story that I thought was the same as mine because I didn’t see that I was self-sabotaging and I didn’t know that my behavior was truly and deeply harmful.
Just because you’re young and its “normal” to get drunk and have hangovers doesn’t mean its okay. Some people can handle alcohol and some people just can’t handle it as well. Maybe you don’t even realize your behavior is unhealthy, but that’s okay because maybe my story will make you want to examine your own habits.
You know how you see someone practicing a dance routine and they are going through the micro-motions of all of their steps? That’s basically what I have been doing with my healing for many years. Going through all of the motions but not really committing to the full routine. I was doing just enough to make myself feel as though I was putting in the work but didn’t really understand how to go deeper. I also definitely wasn’t acknowledging all of my actions that were basically making any and all of my healing efforts null and void.
I wasn’t asking myself the real questions I needed to ask myself. I didn’t even know what those questions were.
It’s hard enough to admit that your actions are not serving you and it’s even harder to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you have at some point stopped loving yourself.
“What? Me, no! I’m confident, I’m healthy! Of course I love myself! What could you possibly be talking about?”
Self-deception plays a strong game. Look at your life. Are you nurturing yourself? Are your behaviours and your day-to-day actions reflective of someone who actually cares for themselves? And I don’t mean someone who brushes their teeth and goes to the gym. I mean are you empathetic with yourself? Are you tender with yourself the way you would be to a sister or a friend? Get real.
This life tells us that we better be our own worst critics because we are molded to believe that if we don’t do A, B or C we aren’t worthy of love. So what is the first source of love that we cut ourselves off from when we don’t think that we’re deserving? Self-love.
We punish ourselves in all these little ways that add up to a life lived in shackles, ruled by beliefs about ourselves that are simply untrue. It took a lot of physical and mental suffering for me to realize how my past had really affected me and a hell of a lot of asking myself why and how.
In all of the self-help reading I did to find myself a solution to my problems what I mostly found was a lot of inaccessible language; a lot of airy feel-good strings of words. Sometimes I found action steps that gave me this go-getter attitude. Like, YEAH! I can do this, I’ll just follow these 5 steps and my life will be healed. LOL!
Here’s the truth: there is no cookie-cutter answer or method to healing.
There are tools that you can pick up a long the way that are useful, but they are not the solution. The solution is you. The solution is sitting with yourself and digging into why you might act or react the way you do to certain situations and then asking why again and again until you can’t anymore.
Most of the time you’ll end up back at some very similar answers like: I do this because I’m afraid of losing love. But it’s the process of getting to that answer that is the most important part. And then its the process of questioning these beliefs that run you from the core that starts to break apart this self-loathing way of thinking and operating.
I almost guarantee you’ll find yourself resisting this process and probably wanting to deny a lot things because you’ll think you’re better than that, or your situation is somehow more complex or you’re so unique that couldn’t possibly apply to you. But what I have found to be the most true in all of this is that most actions and thoughts stem from love or fear in all of us. They might present themselves in incredibly strange ways but if you keep on digging and digging you’ll often find love or fear at the root. Hate stems from fear and so it’s actually fear that is the opposite of love.
You know that old cliché the only thing to fear is fear itself? Well that’s pretty damn true. Fear makes us push others away, fear makes us hide, fear stops us from exposing ourselves, fear of losing out on love makes us actually lose out on love, its so backwards.
In order for anyone to face their fears, the ones that cause them so much pain, we must be vulnerable and that is so hard because that means letting go of all these defences that have kept us safe for so many years. You have to ask yourself what you are afraid of and admitting that is scary. All openness, all love stems from vulnerability. So that’s where I’m starting with you. I’m setting the tone. I am exposed. My mission here is to be real with you about what it’s going to take.
My healing journey started with the physical and went inward; maybe yours will be the other way around or maybe it will be a bit of both at the same time. I read recently that your relationship to food is a reflection of your relationship to life. For me food was a huge tool to start nourishing myself and I will be writing another post about my physical health and that entire journey as a sister-post to this one sometime down the line.
Ultimately- I feel incredibly good about 2016 because I’ve made some really important changes this past year and I plan to continue on this path of exposing the sore spots and letting them get enough oxygen so they can heal.
I’ll share with you what I’ve been doing and what I have found to be helpful and effective in my journey. But for now I want to turn it over to you; I want to know your story. If you would like to share with me, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org because I’d love to offer whatever support I can, even if its just me saying: I see you girl, and you’re gonna make it.
Much love and I hope you’ll continue to follow me and my evolution through eating and loving!
Last week I posted the introductory article to the Food Selection Guideline Series. If you haven’t seen that yet, please check it out here.
The four food selection principles that I’ll be covering in this series are as follows:
Incorporate a proper balance of fats, proteins and carbohydrates in your diet.
Think Variety. Think Seasonally. Think Locally.
Research your water supply and select a good source and/or filtering system.
Avoid refined and denatured foods including:
Refined and hydrogenated vegetable oils
Refined sugar and corn syrup products
White flour products
Pasteurized, homogenized, skim and low-fat dairy products
Toxic additives and colorings
Refined table salt
The first food selection guideline refers to getting the right amount of the right type of food. That sounds pretty straightforward, but I know that it’s actually the most confusing and complex for the majority of people.
Fats, Proteins and Carbohydrates are called macronutrients. They are the 3 big boys in the nutrition world. All foods fit into one of these categories, and many foods fit into more than one category. You need foods from all three. Always.
Any diet that tells you to cut out a full macronutrient group is dead wrong and you should really never consider adopting a diet like this. Each macronutrient plays a vital role in your health and vitality. And although your body is an incredibly intelligent organism, it can only compensate for so long before it starts to malfunction if its not getting what it needs! (I’m referring to the low-carb and no-carb diets like the Ketogenic diet, which has its time and place)
Throughout history, humans across the globe have survived and thrived on vastly different macronutrient ratios. From the Inuit peoples who ate mostly whale blubber to African tribes who survived on mainly root vegetables, it’s clear to see that we truly are perfect omnivores. While humans can eat such a variety of foods, we all have our own unique ancestry that gives us a genetic predisposition to do our best on specific ratios of macronutrients.
What if you don’t know what that looks like for you? You can start with a standard macronutrient ratio and adjust it based on how you feel. A standard recommended ratio that I use with my clients is:
If that were to be on a plate it would look something like this:
Protein is pretty straightforward. One serving of protein is about the size of your palm. Trying to get one full serving of protein in each meal is very beneficial. Protein is the building block of your body and helps you build and maintain your muscles and connective tissues. If you want to stay strong and vital long into the afternoon of your life, then prioritize high quality sources of protein.
Whenever you can you should try to select organic meat. I know it’s expensive, but the truth is it’s really worth the extra money. Not only because the nutrient profile of humanely raised animals is much better for us (making it actually less expensive per kg), but also because you aren’t exposing yourself to antibiotics and extra hormones. On top of the fact that it will help you sleep better at night knowing you’re doing something to go against the nasty state of factory farming.
I believe the part of figuring out how much to eat that people have the most trouble with is in understanding and visualizing what 30% fat actually looks like in real life.
For a 2000-calorie diet, 30% will work out to around 65 grams of fat a day, an example of that looks roughly like this:
2 tbsp grass-fed butter
1 tbsp coconut oil
2 whole eggs
1 6oz serving of sirloin steak
I personally know that 30% fat is a bit low for me, I can eat this much fat at breakfast 😛
There is absolutely nothing wrong with thriving on a higher fat diet. Forty, fifty even sixty percent fat diets can be very good for some of us. The great thing about fat is that it often reduces cravings for sweets and leaves you feeling full for longer. Fat is a slow burning fuel and our body does very well when it’s trained to run off of fat rather than relying solely on sugar (carbohydrates).
Speaking of carbohydrates, I know they are also a large source of confusion. Let me break it down for you- any carb that comes from the ground, or a bush, or a tree- is not a “bad carb”. Your diet should consist of 15% of complex, starchy carbs (think potatoes, plantains, sweet potatoes etc.) and the rest should be low-glycemic carbs like leafy greens, colourful veggies as well as 2-3 servings of fruits.
Carbohydrates that come from a factory or a processing plant are however always undesirable. Some processed foods are not as bad as others, but the reality is- foods come from nature in the form that they were meant to be consumed. The more things that are added and taken away from them, the harder time the body has in dealing with them.
Let me clear that up a little more. In nature, foods come with the ratios of vitamins, minerals, and macronutrients that work best together. The body gets a complimentary package of nutrients that makes digestion and absorption of vitamins and minerals much easier.
When foods have nutrients taken away through different forms of processing, the body has a more difficult time absorbing what’s left because often times vitamins and minerals work as cofactors for one another (i.e. they help each other get into our cells). Additionally, when foods are fortified with extra vitamins, think milk and vitamin D, the body has a hard time using those as well because they aren’t being served in the proper packaging. On top of the fact that the body can’t use the majority of synthetic vitamins anyway!
This is why I can’t stress to you enough that when it comes down to it, you should JUST EAT REAL FOOD. JERF BABY!
Don’t worry about which protein bar is best, just eat a real source of protein. Don’t worry about which cracker is healthiest, or which sprouted organic bread or pasta is the best, just don’t buy it!
I know our lives are heavily based upon what’s most convenient, but the truth is that all the other stuff really won’t matter if you don’t have your health.
I am all about taking it one step at a time with getting healthier- and I know it’s a long road. I’ve been trying to make changes gradually for more than six years and I still have a long way to go. But health is not a destination; it’s a way of travelling.
If you’re still feeling overwhelmed and think you could use help getting started, email me at email@example.com with the subject line HELP! and we can set up a time for a free consultation.