I was 8 years old when I started my first ever diet, Weight Watchers. Before I had finished growing or hit puberty, I was already trying to make myself smaller. This sparked a long journey of crash dieting, disordered eating, starvation, and body dysmorphia. My parents were only doing what they thought was best, guided by the poor advice of a medical professional. If you are familiar with my story, then you know that they had already lost one daughter at this point. I think my changing body was a reminder of my mortality to them. I think we were all existing in a system that preyed upon this fear. I already had so much of my childhood taken away from me through the trauma of losing my little sister. Diet culture was right there to swoop in and take what little childhood I had left.
Let me start this with a big, fat disclaimer: I LOVE Rachel Hollis. Seriously! I have recommended my friends, family, and acquaintances to her books since I have finished them. I would not even be writing this if it wasn’t for her. She has been a HUGE inspiration to me in following my dreams, and I can’t thank her enough for that. I have read and reread her wisdom through her writing, YouTube channels, and social media platforms. I am a Rachel Hollis fan. There is just one issue I have about her message that I cannot get on board with. So just know when I am discussing what I think Rachel gets wrong, it is coming from a place of love and genuine concern. I wouldn’t even feel compelled to write this if I didn’t feel that this particular message she puts out could actually be harmful. Because the fact is, Rachel Hollis is drowning in diet culture and fatphobia.
Something I don’t talk about very often is my love for cooking. I enjoy cooking, because I get to try new things. Cooking allows me to create in a whole new way, and comes with the awesome byproduct of getting to eat something delicious. Cooking for each other is a way for humans to express love and generosity. I like cooking, because it allows me to get into an almost meditative state as I create something for my loved ones and me to enjoy.
Feeling like you are stuck in a rut is not a fun place to be. Last week, that is exactly where I found myself: dissatisfied with life and uninspired. Giving myself space to feel these things, however, reminded me of my purpose, and brought me back into a space where I am motivated to keep chasing the life I want to lead. I also learned some coping mechanisms for dealing with being in a funk that I felt were more unconventional. Here are the five tools that helped me get out of a funk:
Recently, I have found myself really inspired by author, lifestyle blogger, and entrepreneur, Rachel Hollis. She has this movement called The Last 90 Days, which inspires people to keep pushing towards their goals during the last 90 days of this year. Don’t wait for the New Year to make resolutions. Find the resolve NOW. Yes, there are only three(ish) months left in the year, but that is no reason to stop chasing your aspirations. There are specific goals to follow for the Last 90 Days movement, and I recommend you check that out if you are interested.
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