A letter to YOU when you feel like they’re not doing enough.
This post has been a long time coming.
It just took a big car accident and lots of time off to realize what I’d needed to say for a long time.
For so many years, I’ve been a people pleaser. A spunky, enthusiastic chick that didn’t have a problem telling people what I thought, but always felt like I needed to cater to people.
Then I launched a healthy eating blog in 2013 while I was about to birth my third kid. At the hospital literally about to have a baby, I was creating a digital cookbook and a website to help people eat more veggies.
I got asked to guest blog here and there for things that interested me (food!). Who wouldn’t say no? More exposure right?
But I never really thought about how it would affect my brand and who I was. Or in the next few years. I felt like I got labeled by something that wasn’t exactly true.
The truth be told, we eat dairy. And have pizza sometimes. And, organic Annie’s mac n cheese is in my pantry right now. We also eat out. My kids go to In n Out on occasion and yes, I sometimes give them milkshakes to go with their fries. And yes. I order off the menu too. Their grilled cheese is sooo tasty.
I drink. I really, really, really like prosecco. I like to swear. I yell at my kids.
My husband is a die-hard bread and sweet eater. He has his junk drawer full of garbage I gave up in college! We’re talking gummy bears and moon pies and the worst cereals imaginable.
Another confession, my mom (love u mom!) takes my kids to a “treat” to McDonald's breakfast or brings home sour patch kids and skittles as snacks and I about die every single time.
But that’s my life.
And why do we feel like we have to explain our situations to death? Wtf is up with that? Like we’re trying to prove something so much bigger than food.
So for me, I’m breaking free from this self-inflicted food religion. And all the sticks up the asses out there judging a person plate or what they see on social media.
There’s not just one way of eating. Nor one way to live your life.
And if someone feels like they can boast their chest out more because they eat a rigid diet, good for you. But keep that shiz to yourself.
Am I right?
We lift each other up by supporting and grabbing another person's hand. Not by knocking them down or using judgment or criticism.
So, today’s my confession.
I eat bread.
I like cheese.
I love wine.
My kids eat pirate booty.
And my mom made a cake for L’s birthday and it was covered in artificial frosting and red dye #4.
Yes. All of it.
You know what tomorrow’s about? Green smoothies, protein, lots of veggies, and a gallon or three of water. Plus lots of running and exercise outside to get some much-needed vitamin d.
Funny thing is I’m viewed as the crazy healthy Mom everywhere I go. Ha! It’s because my kids eat really well on most days and we have about 80% healthy and 20% junk. When we want it. We have a solid foundation at home to we can go out and eat the cake, if we want.
Am I bad for sharing that? I don’t think so. I think more people need to #ownyourtruth and stop trying to be so perfect. We’re all imperfect. Some just hide it better than others. Also, don’t for one second, scroll through social media, and try to compare yourself to anyone else. There are always two sides to every coin.
You are good enough just as you are and you’re doing a great job! Hugs always. Cheers to more fun and saying “F PERFECTION”!