You’re Worthless: I Can’t Believe You Can’t Resist the Brownies – You’re a Total Failure

You’re Worthless: I Can’t Believe You Can’t Resist the Brownies – You’re a Total Failure

I spent years of my life in a diet depression – a battle within my own mind and body. No, not a battle – a war – a war between mind and body, head and heart. They fought non-stop; it was a ruthless do-or-die scenario. There were no breaks, no cooling off periods, no cease fire. It was constant, intense and unstoppable.

The Internal War

Within the confines of my own mind, I created a war zone; it was relentless and exhausting. Day after day, year after year, my mind fought and my body took hits. My body was the victim, my mind the culprit. My body refused to give up. For years on end, it was shot at, damaged and beaten to a pulp, but continued to have my back. My body was a fucking warrior.

This was my life. 

Each morning, I would analyze and carefully measure out what I was allowed to eat that day; I would weigh it then toss it in my bag and leave for the day. Everything was so carefully calculated. Upon waking in, I would walk past the mirror, head to the bathroom and weigh myself. That digital number represented the kind of day I was going to have. Even an ounce off and I would be riddled with guilt, shame and create an even more restrictive plan to get down to my ideal weight – whatever it was for that particular week. Of course on a Monday, I would start this diet – with no research, but perhaps a celebrity endorsement which I trusted. I would screenshot it and follow it to a tee, until Thursday…when I would throw in the towel and binge eat on all the foods I felt deprived from.

It was a living hell. 

Everything in my life was affected by this inner war. I felt I couldn’t be intimate with people because I was hiding the biggest secret of my life and I was terrified I would be found out. So I snuck around, drinking laxative tea and eating less than 1000 calories a day on and off for years. Each week would be a different diet, a new plan, some ‘miracle’ trend that promised long beautiful legs and a flat stomach. Whenever an advertisement for the diet had a women standing tall with long legs, I was immediately more drawn to it. I hated my legs, every ounce of them. Growing up, I would wear jeans, even on the hottest of days, to hide my legs from the world, this carried into my adult life.

Tell Me What to Do

I relied on the weight loss industry to tell me what to do. Even after five years of being on more than 50 diets, I still thought there was something that I was missing or I just wasn’t trying hard enough. I would even do the same diet multiple times over because I believed that the first couple times I was lacking willpower.

As we were catching up on boys, business what was on sale at Selfridge’s that week, mid-sentence she turns to me and she says, “Sam, you’re not kidding anyone; we all know what you’re going through with this whole diet thing.”-Samantha SkellyIt was a Sunday evening that I was going for a walk with a friend in a park where I used to live in London, England. As we were catching up on boys, business what was on sale at Selfridge’s that week, mid-sentence she turns to me and she says, “Sam, you’re not kidding anyone; we all know what you’re going through with this whole diet thing.” It was in that moment my palms got sweaty, my heart started to beat faster and my face was completely inflamed. I finally, for the first time in my life, admitted my struggle to another human being.

I went home that night and begged the universe to give me some kind of hunch to help me end the fight I had with food – something to release what I was feeling. I needed out of the self created battle I’d so carefully crafted.  I couldn’t breathe anymore; I didn’t have the mental capacity to do anything but obsess over my fight with food. I hit rock bottom with the war, there was nowhere else to go, nothing else to try and nothing else to lie to myself about. It was over, done with.

A week later, I received a letter saying that I needed to head back to Canada, where I am originally from. I packed up my things and moved myself back to my home country. I decided on the plane back to Vancouver that I was going to fight for my life. I was going to do everything it took to end the battle with food and my body, there was no more sneaking around, drowning my body with laxative tea or doing a new diet each week, only to find myself arms deep in Ben and Jerry’s a few days later.

It was over; I was ending the war.

This War is Over

After hitting a lot of fear, resistance and doubt, I finally felt, for the first time ever, what it was like to ‘be in my body’-  a sensation that people talk about in yoga class, but I thought was a total myth. I had never experienced being comfortable in my body; I had no idea what that even felt like. It was bliss, it was freedom – it felt like a drug. I leaned into this feeling more and more, uncovering what an intuition actually was and how to use it. I felt powerful for the first time in my entire life.

Being in my body meant I had to look at all the pain I had been suppressing my whole life; I had to face my demons, stare them right in the eye and learn from them. I had to be a master of my own pain – use it as a divine teacher.-Samantha SkellyBeing in my body meant I had to look at all the pain I had been suppressing my whole life; I had to face my demons, stare them right in the eye and learn from them. I had to be a master of my own pain – use it as a divine teacher. Day by day, I practiced the muscle of intuition and was able to access deeper and deeper parts of my soul.

I uncovered a beautiful gift within my soul – the gift of inner guidance and wisdom – a gift I’d surpassed my entire life. Here it was all along, waiting for me to listen, trust and allow it. I realized I had been getting it wrong the whole time. In my diet depression, I was searching for love and connection. I was on a constant quest to feel loved. The message I was getting from the weight loss industry was that this was outside of myself, not beautifully lying within me. All along, I was externalizing an internal issue, internal issues require internal solutions.

I needed to feel to heal. Then and only then, would my diet depression and inner battle end, allowing me to live in harmony mind and body, head and heart.

Today, I crave expression over suppression, expansion over contraction and flow over grit. Today and always, I am whole, I am perfect, I am home.

 

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