by Anne Mallat
I used to love eating cake for breakfast.
When I was younger, I would save a piece of my birthday cake and eat it the next morning. It was the best part of my birthday. Really!
When I was older, it became cake and coffee. I would skip breakfast and go straight to morning tea. It was my favourite meal of the day.
I came to realise I was using food.
I was using food to pick me up in the mornings, to fuel me through the day, to reward myself at night for a hard day’s work. I was using food because I was exhausted. I was also using food to dull my feelings, to comfort myself, to sweeten my sadness.
Once I came to realise this, I allowed myself to feel what each food was actually doing to me. It took me quite a while to go from each awareness to giving things up, to letting things go, but I have always been stubborn!
Gluten was the first to go. It made me feel heavy and tired, it bloated me, upset my stomach, made me sleepy after lunch. If I ate it, I needed more coffee, and then I needed more sugar. This was a fattening merry-go-round!
I really did not want to look at dairy. I loved dairy, especially cheese and cream. But it clogged my sinuses and ears and made mucus in my chest. It also comforted my sadness from childhood, and that was hard to face without it.
To give up dairy, I had to give up coffee. To give up coffee, I had to realise how exhausted I was. I had to look at how I lived my life, and how I ran my body. I had to learn to be more gentle with myself, to go to bed earlier, to live in a rhythm that suited me.
I still struggle with sugar. I love sweet things, and while I no longer eat pavlova, I still enjoy the fruit! Sugar picks me up, but it makes me feel racy, and runs my body in a rhythm that has me craving more. A treat is a treat, in whatever form, and now if I crave something, I see it as an opportunity to find out why. Am I tired, am I feeling sad, am I looking for a reward? Every experience, including eating, is an opportunity to learn more about ourselves, to go deeper, to be more responsible for ourselves, for what we put into our bodies, how we live our lives.
What I have learned is that food and drink matter. Everything matters. What we use to fuel ourselves affects the way our body runs. We can nourish our bodies, giving them food and drink that suit them and sustain them, or we can run them recklessly, fuelling them with whatever is easy and tasty to get through the day, and see what happens.
I am continually amazed, at how amazing my body feels, and how great I feel, when I eat and sleep in a way that cares for me.
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Anne I didn’t have ‘cake’ for breakfast but it was disguised in something else, cereals or sweet condiments I often had with toast. So in some respect it’s the same same.
I agree sometimes we need to take a deep dive into what we eat, how we eat, what we put into our bodies including emotions. But start with something simple, and I loved how you examined each item you consumed and then its affects afterwards on the body. I too do this but override what I observe, a perpetual cycle. However, what I love is the fact that I love this realisation and I respond even though it is far from perfect. I would much rather live this way than my past ways of living…
I used to have a chocolate addiction, so badly that I would drive in my pajamas to the closest fueling station in the evenings to get a bar of chocolate so that I could go to bed and sleep after having my chocolate fix. Then one day after a series of Esoteric Healing sessions I felt so clear and amazing in myself, I did not feel like chocolate, but since my whole family was sitting around having swiss chocolates at Easter, I wanted to belong so I joined them and had 2 small pieces. I could instantly feel the effect in my body and it felt like I had put my fingers in an electric socket in the wall. The buzz was so loud so noisy in my body I was sure everyone else could hear it too! This lasted for 48 hours then gradually went away. I had finally allowed myself to feel what chocolate does to the body. After that experience I never ever felt like having chocolate again. An addiction does not end when one stops the substance, it ends when one no longer feels like having it.
Henrietta I recall having that fuzzy feeling after attending a party. There was no alcohol but someone made a slice. It had everything my taste buds loved but my body hated. It was like a hangover that lasted more then 48 hours and to be honest, the taste buds weren’t worth what I had to nurse the next few days.
If we start the day with some sugar we already impact the nervous system and ask it to go into a buzz and not feel. It is a sure-fire way to not feel what is coming in the day and hence to not really be ready and steady to handle what comes our way. It is not uncommon for many of us to do this, and yet if we look at what it does and how it affects us this does not make sense!
Such a simple and awesome sharing Anne – there is a simple yet powerful truth in the fact that what we eat affects how we feel.
Every experience is communicating something to us about how we are living and why. Connecting to my body has opened up a vast realm of understanding life that I cannot access by mentally micro-analysing everything.
It’s amazing how our life can change just by observing how food affects us. The more honest we are,the less we can hide the harm some food or drinks have in our body. And from that honesty, it’s easier to make the choice to give up what is not supportive for us.
Honesty is our draw card to making changes.
Food is such a treat until we reconnect back to our essence, then we feel how amazing it is to live connected to ourselves…. no food is greater than that, and eating becomes a way to support the connection to the precious love we are.
I love your honesty Anne and willingness to explore why you were eating certain foods. The end result by listening to, and honouring your body, is well worth the new choices, ‘I am continually amazed, at how amazing my body feels, and how great I feel, when I eat and sleep in a way that cares for me.’