I usually don't like writing nor reading nor talking about fitness and health and, nowadays, food. For me, many of the food posts that appear on a lot of blogs have turned into a competition of who can eat the most acai bowls or who can put the most kale into whatever (literally whatever, people do fucking kale cakes??) or who can trade the most sugar into figs and what not. That's why I almost never post anything about food, because those posts make me think that that is what you guys expect from me too and I can't give you that. Because I eat milk with cocoa puffs for breakfast, my cakes have sugar and flour and all that goodiness that make cakes worth eating in them and I absolutely hate figs.
All of those blog posts and food "trends" and whatever kind of thing that causes cancer this week gets into people's - sorry not only people, but foremost - girls' heads and it's bullshit. Of course you should take care of yourself and eat healthy, but the result of all of this is the complete opposite. And just because I'm not super-skinny, super-toned, super-athletic, I feel like I'm not "allowed" to give these people a bit of a hard time. Because that's what we're taught; when someone who's not part of the group criticizes the group, it's just because they are jealous of the group.
So not the case, btw.
I know that I, a bit too often and sometimes a bit too outspokenly, think of myself as a really great person. I also know that this can be a bad trait and people get uncomfortable. But I think I'm pretty damn wise. And kind. And I have a healthy outlook on life (healthy having nothing to do with what I eat or how I exercise). And you know the best part? People get SO provoked by it. When I say that I've never had a problem with how I look, never tried to loose weight, never not ate anything because it was too much this and that in it - people have a hard time believing me or they get very defensive. Because apparently it's too damn surprising that a woman in her 20s, who's not super-skinny, super-toned, super-athletic, is okay with how she looks. I'm more than okay. I'm fucking gorgeous. And better than that I'm pretty damn wise. And kind. And healthy.
So why am I ranting here? Well, I got a comment a while ago requesting some healthy food posts. And I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna do them. It's just not my thing. But you can go onto my Pinterest to find the recipes I want to try out/already tried. Mostly vegetarian stuff (environment-wise), but who am I kidding, I can't live without a burger from time to time.
Anyways, this comment got me thinking about what health means to me. And so, without further ado, here's my guide to health:
- Throw out your scale. I haven't been on a scale since I was... maybe 15. It's a fucking terrorist who blows up every good feeling you might have about yourself. THROW IT OUT! NOW!!!!!
- Eat breakfast, lunch, dinner. My parents always make fun of me for always wanting warm food for lunch. But I don't see the point of eating a bowl of yoghurt with some dry muesli on top when I can eat a cooked meal that tastes so much better and is so much healthier?
- Eat the real deal. Honestly, figs instead of sugar in a cake? No. Just... No.
- DON'T write down what you eat/how you exercise as a "journal to keep me on a good track". The only track it's gonna keep you on is the fast track to bad vibes. Suggestion of what to write down instead: the boys or girls you want to sleep with, why you're the dopest, things you've learnt, what items to buy for spring.
- Walk. Wherever you can, walk. It's weird because when I'm in Stockholm I walk so much less than when I'm abroad. In New York I walk everywhere. I'd rather walk the one hour to Williamsburg than take the train. It's head-clearing time.
- Listen to music that you just have to dance to. Sounds silly but it works! The last week I've had exactly 4 one-man-parties dancing to Sorry, Omen and Help me lose my mind in my living room. Let those endorphins flow man.
- Don't look at sizes when you shop. Like, obviously a little bit because me putting on a XS would be a waste of time. But don't get hung up on what size you wear. I've had friends put something away just because they couldn't get into the S or M. But who the fuck cares? No one knows what size you are?
- Don't have rules. Rules suck. I believe in doing what feels right in the moment. Will this fish create a sensation in my mouth? Awesome, then I'll cook it. Will it make me gag? Alright, then pancakes for dinner. Nbd. (This applies to all aspects of life. That gut feeling is pretty rad and most of the time it's right. So go with it.)
- MOST IMPORTANT POINT: Do not GIVE A FUCK about what other people say about you. I know this is such a worn out "advice", but honestly it's so important. I'm so over trying to fit into some annoying acai-bowling, fitspo-searching, fig-caking box. Not that I ever tried, but still. Do what you want to do, eat what you want to eat, hang out with whoever you want to hang out with, kiss whoever you want to kiss. Just be kind. To you, to other people, to animals and to your body. That's the only thing that matters. Kindness. And a little bit of devil-may-care.
YOU ROCK. ALL OF YOU. <3