Below is a quote from one of our “Muffins” as we lovingly call our clients, lol. I am so damn proud of this work that we do in liberating women from the diet culture. When you alter the way you measure success in a weight release protocol, you alter the way people view their bodies, hearts and minds.
Jodi has become such an integral part of our happy little muffin family and I cried tears of joy as I read her review of her experience with our products and her results.
Here’s a little about who I am. I have been on a life-altering journey of self-love for just over 2 years now. I do not have an “eating disorder”. I do not eat emotionally. My weight, however, has always been so much at the fore-front of who I perceived myself to be. We all want to look a certain way, and we all think that our lives will change as a result of achieving that look. I was no different. I was introduced to GBMM by a dear friend and it prompted me to research it religiously for months before I even agreed to give it a try. You see, my game is self-sabotage. I can talk myself into – and out of – damn near anything. Add to that my amazing ability to procrastinate, you come out with someone who makes lazy, “convenience” choices that result in an unhealthy body. What protocol did for me was it made me prepare – literally – for everything. I kept telling myself “It’s only 28 days. I can do anything for 28 days.” So, I prepared – my food, my drops, my SELF – every week, every day, every meal. Something that I just had never done for myself before. What do you know? It paid off. By me actually believing in myself enough to do this for ME, I saw a pay-off. I felt a pay-off. I saw a side of Jodi that I hadn’t seen before – like, ever. My goal is not weightloss entirely, but it is to be off of my blood pressure medication. I am very proud and happy to say that I am almost there. My meds have been reduced by half. Protocol taught me to trust myself. It taught me to invest the time into myself that I deserve, dammit! My journey will be one that I plan and hope to continue for the rest of my days….it will branch off, pause, restart, and gallop ahead. Now that I know that I can do this for myself, and that I know myself better, I will be sexy-walking in a healthy body down that road. I love all of my fellow Muffins and am beyond grateful that they are walking their own paths alongside me.”
It’s just a sandwich…. but is the bread gluten free with grains sprouted from the wings of angels, is the meat preservative/cruelty free and blessed by the Pope, is the lettuce organic free-trade and kissed by leprechauns by the light of the full moon??? Come on… just make your freakin’ sandwich!
First, no disrespect to individuals who make choices with their food based on dietary sensitivities or any other reasons… I am, however, tired of all the self-righteous morality surrounding food that I believe is perpetuated by the food industry. It’s like someone said “let’s confuse the fuck out of them and see what happens” … The irony that our culture is by far the fattest it has ever been speaks to this point. I think so many people are getting caught up in so many choices that in the end they are tired and frustrated and just reach for whatever is convenient. The food industry is on to this (I guess maybe because they started this) and they have tap-danced on this confusion until you choose what you think is healthy AND it’s convenient. I mean, have you been in a the yogourt section lately? That’s another blog post all together but let me just say this…. if it tastes too good to be true… you should probably check how much sugar is in it!
*You seriously need a degree in chemistry to make the right choice!
I got a little caught up in this rat race when my oldest was an infant…. I made all of her baby food from scratch with only organic fruits and veggies (which I still maintain is not a big deal – it’s not hard to throw some stuff in a blender) and continued to feed her this way (she didn’t have fast food before she was 2) until I was pregnant with baby number 2…. then I got tired, and pukey, and a little more tired. I started buying more convenient food that could be warmed in the microwave. Guess what? She is still alive!!
This post is NOT intended to discourage people from making healthy choices for their families…. 95% of the food we eat everyday is homemade from scratch (including the muffins or cookies put in lunch kits)… I’ve just climbed on down from my high horse and recognize that putting this level of morality around food got me in a whole lot of trouble. I placed too much importance on food in my life… and suddenly when I wasn’t able to make the “right” and “moral” choices about food I felt very guilty and shameful… about the fucking Alpha-getti. I really believed that this less than favourable choice defined me as a mother.
This year, on my journey with Goodbye My Muffintop I have acknowledged what I was giving food too much power. If I couldn’t make choices that I considered “perfect” – I would really beat myself up about it – and then, ironically, the shame would lead to binging on really “immoral” food. Now, we just try to make the best possible choices, we eat when we are hungry (easier said than done) and we stop when we are satisfied (easier said than done)… Now, my days are not filled with constant obsession about what I am going to eat and when I am going to eat it. I feel FREE! Hmm… think I’ll go have a sandwich.