Food is tangled with life

Premise: food is always related to what is happening in the rest of our life because the source of our energy is so central to where that energy flows.

Discipline in our life will lead to having discipline in our food.

Fear, stress or anxiety will lead to weight gain or loss.

We associate having or not having food with all the other things in life: whether we are worthy, whether we can have what we want, scarcity and abundance. Sometimes we are starving for some fun or happiness and try to fill the void with food.

If we eat well we have a lot of energy and can run joyfully after our goals and aspirations. If we eat badly we always feel tired and struggle just to maintain our current stuckness and homoeostasis. Eating toxic, non-nutritive food disturbs our sleep and fogs our mind. We lose our emotional sensitivity and as a result, we allow our lives to fill with noxious relationships.

If ate better we would be unable to ignore our emotions when they tell us that “this is not right”. On some level, we know this so we avoid detoxing altogether.

Inflow and outflow of energy are intimately connected. Food is a drug, and different foods have wildly differing effects on our digestion and overall life flavour. Chemically and biologically different foods change us to an enormous extent. The bacteria found on fruit, potatoes and steak are not the same yet some people insist on calling food, food. Without taking into account what type it is.

If eating badly is self-sabotage then it is a lot more common then  suddenly there is a whole new perspective on life. Then the obesity epidemic (along with a more silent depression epidemic) is not really about food, but about the other things in life. About the type of society that they are in.  If bad eating habits are a form of self-sabotage then there is a massive and growing proportion of the population that is resisting life.

Eating with people is a big thing. When people eat together they synchronize, even more than just speaking to each other. We consume roughly the amount of food that the other person consumes. Almost every social occasion has snacks. They give people something to do with their hands, prevent people from ravenous hunger and most importantly help people bond.

In primitive times, people sharing their food with you could be the difference between thriving, thriving or starving. It was a big deal.

We influence each other a lot with our food choices. Somebody that you do not even know may become obese and it will affect your weight if they are a friend of your friend.



I intended to iterate in 3-day cycles until I found a relationship that served me more with food. What I have found is that my eating was out of kilter because my life was out of kilter. It was partly a way to self-sabotage. It is unlikely that you will be very productive or break bad habits if you are feeling sluggish and off from eating wrong. As well as not believing in my daily actions I was not believing in myself.

In part, I stopped trusting my voice in fear that I was wrong. General fear and uncertainty about the future and my ability to pull it off was fuel to the fire. Movies also became really boring. At some point, you just change out of frustration and resolve to attempt it, even though you might fail.

Through this, I wrote down some of my thoughts and analyzed them. I was blown away by how many beliefs I had circulating. No wonder some of them were conflicting and ground me to a stop. I used a lens that sees beliefs as assumptions about reality that pruned possible options to eliminate probable dead ends and allowed you to focus. Putting them on paper I saw that some were very flimsy. Working with assumptions that had little evidence to support them wasn’t very intelligent.

I questioned some and discarded others. Reducing them to thinking and mere interpretations allowed me to stop seeing them as cold facts of the world. It’s hard to fight reality. Interpretations can be changed, adapted or re-created.

Food was directly coupled to the rest of my life. I no longer needed to stop myself from myself. I need less to desperately distract myself from a world that seemed too terrible to face. I partially stopped delaying what was inevitable to me. I was willing to explore once again. So I did things that made eating a side-show. I brought back more authority to my choices and compassion for myself. I created the mental distance that allowed me to feel an impulse and not immediate react to it.

What did I eat during this wallowing? Too much bread with peanut butter and coconut oil. Sometimes cheese. Broccoli or rice with way too much mayonnaise. Pasta. Meat that did not seem genuinely appetising and left guilt. Generally too much, so that I was sometimes over-full. Sometimes I would eat when I wasn’t really hungry but just seeking something to do. If there was chocolate or sweets around it would have been gone. There wasn’t so yeah choice architecture!

To happiness, and beyond!