I’ve discovered the secret to successful diet and wellness.
It’s not juicing. Though I’ve done that now for 45 days.
It’s not calorie counting. Though I work for a physician who swears by it.
It’s not swearing off carbs. Though I know many who berade themselves with this particular style of torture.
It’s not surgery. Or Weight Watchers. Or Jenny Craig.
It’s not Atkins. Or South Beach. Or Slim-Fast.
It’s not pills. Or wraps. Or liposuction.
It’s not starvation. Or binge-purge. Or laxatives.
It’s not protein shakes. Or bars. Or supplements.
The secret is simply this.
One simple secret.
Sound like an over-simplification?
Bear with me.
When it comes to wellness, when it comes to my health, every single thing I do and say and feed to myself, must be done in pure love.
No negative self-talk.
No sneering or jeering or spiteful side comments as I pass my reflection in the glass.
No secrets swipes of a donut to be binged in secret.
No telling myself that my efforts are not enough.
No cursing the scale when it doesn’t yield the numbers I wish to see.
Every single moment from my waking to my sleeping, I must be incredibly kind to myself.
Should I be kind to others?
But that kindness begins with loving me.
The old me would wake up in the morning to an annoying alarm, curse as I slammed the snooze button on my phone, drag myself out of bed, put my hair in a bun, throw on whatever was crumpled on the chair, drink a gallon of coffee, and crawl begrudgingly into my day….
and then wonder why I felt like donkey fazoo.
So 45 days ago I decided to transform my life.
I created an alarm that plays one of my favorite songs, with a screen greeting that reads “Wakey Wakey Beautimous!”
The moment I wake up I pray and do a guided meditation.
Then I dry brush and do my oil pulling.
From here I do a little stretching and yoga, while I say out loud all of the things for which I am grateful.
I create my green juice.
I rub down with coconut oil.
I love myself enough to do this for me, every single day.
Has this made life perfect?
Oh hell no.
If anything, lately…life has been more difficult.
As though I am being tested.
Have I indulged in less than stellar behaviors?
I have eaten chocolate. (Eeeeek!)
Last week I drank an entire bottle of wine. (Say it isn’t so!)
I had Indian food with my daughter while she was on spring break. (Oh, the horror!)
The point here is that I no longer beat myself down for being exactly what I am….human.
Some days I am going to eat bread. And drink coffee. And do zero exercise.
But the majority of the time now I make strong choices.
Cold-pressed juice in the morning. Plant-based lunches. Lots of water and probiotics and minerals.
And I am still going to look at myself in the mirror, see a gorgeously flawed woman, and smile.
My mantra these days?:
Progress, not perfection.