No, had I not been catapulted into the world of gut health due to my illness, a book like this would have gone completely unnoticed as I scanned the shelves of Waterstones…but I’m SO glad I bought it, because it has completely changed the way I view my body.
About five years ago if you’d told me some of my mates would be entering body-building competitions this summer – I’d have probably laughed! Not because body-building is something embarrassing or weird, but because I couldn’t have envisaged any of my girly-gals getting into it. It just wasn’t a mainstream thing back then.
However, in the last few years there seems to be an increasing number of women who not only want to get ripped, but flex their muscles on the big stage too. ‘Strong not Skinny’ has gone global, and lots of us seem to want a slice of the protein pie!
It’s been about six months since my initial UC diagnosis, and I wanted to share the story so far and update on the battle with who/what to believe.
One of the most infuriating things about UC is that nobody knows what causes it, or how to cure it (at least not yet). It is commonly believed to be an underlying genetic thing (in the medical community) – so if you’re meant to get it you probably will at some stage or another. I don’t know how much I believe this, and often wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t gotten food poisoning just over a year ago and awakened the beast.
Food for me, is an extremely emotional and sensory-driven thing, how can it not be? All those familiar aromas, flavours, herbs and spices all reminding you of a specific moment in your life – good or bad.
A few years ago a friend of mine went through a pretty messy break up, and admitted that he was very much an emotional eater, who couldn’t stop himself from gorging when he got really upset or low. Fair enough I thought, we’ve all been there in some way or another – or at least I have?!
If you fall off the ’emotional wagon’ as it were, friends will often say ‘take the weekend, eat whatever you like, stuff your chops with pizza and then start fresh on Monday morning’ – but what if emotional eating didn’t have to be a binge experience? What if it didn’t have to be something to shy away from? My belief is that it can become a process for good, to soothe a battered soul. And I will explain why I think this.
I don’t like the term ‘diet’ – to me that word conjures up thoughts of being punished or restricted, which isn’t an aspiration for me. I want to have my occasional crunchie bars AND my tender-stem broccoli – but sometimes it pays to listen to your gut (something I didn’t do until recently).