For the better part of the week, I’ve been obsessed with reading “healthy living” blogs and online articles for women. A friend called me out on my preoccupation with sharpness: “that’s NOT healthy. You’re binging”
And she’s right. The urges to adopt a balanced diet do not satisfy (eat proteins for snacks), the advice to ask for dressing on the side, the insistence to swap applesauce for butter…then, strategies for squeezing in time at the gym—or tales of using canned chickpeas for weights for a turbo set, and methods to increase metabolism by doing intervals….and let’s not forget that quasi self care rituals of “me time” reading yoga manicures sitting by the pool….all of these things apparitions of the “perfect healthy life.”
It’s the same stuff over and over again, repackaged with sparkles of individualism. We all want to be unique, but we all fall back to same old patterns.
Research shows that we already know what behaviors are healthy, it’s the DOING them that’s hard.
And sometimes, following health blogs IS NOT. I think our obsessions to “be healthy” CAN be a flawed means to earn a sense of worth. We compete with others (her food blog gets more hits/comments, she ran better today than me) and we compete with ourselves (I didn’t get to the gym as planned today, my calories are higher today).
But we don’t get badges for being “healthiest”
I want to be honest…I am not balanced most days. In fact, I have a propensity for clumsy alignment. I want to run when I should rest, and I want to eat or starve when I am stressed. But knowing this, makes me healthy. Sharing that struggle with you makes me healthy.
There will be a day when your kid/dog/roommate is up all night puking and the next morning in the office you have (GASP) a manufactured muffin. And you might feel less-than-a-healthy-person because of it as you read a blog where she sucked down a GM. Your sense of “not being good” is bullocks.
And yet…it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a store muffin, although “it’s okay” “it follows health blog code” to eat a homemade one…It’s not that it doesn’t taste good, it’s just not worth the calories…oh, did I write calories…I meant guilt.