The New Approach.

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I'm not going to tie your hands behind your back when you're tempted by that ice-cream sundae. I'm going to be the one opposite you, face covered in chocolate sauce and fighting you to the middle. 

I'm that girl.

I'm a big foodie. Definitely not a food snob. Just a foodie. Good food. Bad food. Food is great. Can you tell how much I love food? I don't think there's anything wrong with enjoying food. You've got those people nowadays telling you that there's a certain way to live your life. Or you should steer clear of this or that. Sure, they've got a point. But just like Brandon and Leah say "Life Happens". In this case, food happens.

Previously, I mentioned that I was on a bit of a "wellness odyssey". Fueling my body with all the nutritious pleasures so I'm not a bitch 24/7. Over the past four months, I've done pretty well to be honest. I have more energy, the skin is definitely getting better and to put it plain and simple, I look better naked. I've attempted this "wellness odyssey" plenty of times. Probably tried it at least twice a year since I was 13 and this time is the longest I've gone. What's different?

Food stopped becoming the enemy. Obviously, circumstances will differ between individuals but for any young, self conscious specimen, like myself, this will work. I wasn't large or terrifyingly unhealthy beforehand. Pretty regular, gorged on too many processed snacks when I was either nervous/stressed/heartbroken and I thought I was immune to the side-effects. I was oh-so-wrong. Put on a decent 10-15 pounds in the last two years and I was a pretty miserable human being. In a sense, I was kind of upset over the fact that my body had let me down. It had gone years tolerating my bad habits and now it was payback. I look back on it and I say, fair enough.

I'll go more into my relationship with my body in future blog posts, but for now, this is for you. The girl/boy who thinks it's too late to "break" the cycle. The girl/boy who is over looking at themselves and feeling more upset than anything. The girl/boy who just wants a fresh start. I know it's probably been said one million and two times, but start small. You started off small as a baby and look at you now. You're amazing. Think to yourself, what is one thing that I can cut out for maybe a day/week/month that will really make a difference. Or perhaps its the case of "Ok, I usually have a can of coke a day. Let me try to cut that down to three cans a week". It's not about going cold turkey. It's about weaning. We do it to babies. We can do it to ourselves.

My kryptonite is chocolate. Always has and always will be. My mother's the same. It's them genes. Can't fight it and you shouldn't have to. I really like hot chocolate and used to have a full milky one everyday at university. Obviously not the best for me right? Through a little experimentation and taste-testing, I found a way to indulge without depressing myself. I'll either do 1/4 of the mug of almond milk, 3/4 hot water and a hot chocolate powder OR almond milk and cacao powder. I'm not going to lie and say it's as amazing as a full creamy milky hot chocolate (can you tell I'm frothing at the mouth?) but it'll do when I have those cravings. Plus, I get even more excited now when I treat myself to one of those creamy delights.

I know, quite a long-winded blog post but I have quite a lot to say. As much as I'd love to be one of those fabulous Instagram girls who can live off the air, sea and fruits, I'm not. Sometimes, a girl just needs to tuck into those crispy chicken nuggets with large fries. Just don't make that a regular occurrence.