Food has been a source of comfort and pain all my life, and it makes me tear up to admit that to you right now. I feel comfortable when I'm cooking. It's creative, it's healthy (usually) and it's a celebration. The dark side of food for me is the late night, obsessive, unhealthy overeating. It's the daytime, obsessive, guilt of what I did the night before. It's here with me now, in paradise. I am living the truth that you can't run from your fears, they will always find you. My fear is that as much as I try to be a healthy, happy eater, I am still fucked up. I still slip into abusive food patterns. Damn, shit just got deep.
This is just the first scratch at the surface of this lifelong journey. Bringing it back to a place of joy, I'd like to share some of my healthy endeavors on this adventure in Mexico (as pictured above: toasted pecans (w/lime, salt, chili powder and agave, topped with frozen coconut milk on top of a sprouted tortilla...mostly organic except for the nuts).
I will also continue to share the challenge of someone who has had an unhealthy relationship with food during a time of great physical pain and confusion. And, of someone who has used food and fitness as a source of rehabilitation during times of great physical pain and confusion. It's all about finding balance, and that is the driving force behind Disco Wellness. How do you have fun and stay healthy? How do you run three miles (for fun) and still enjoy a glass of wine with friends at dinner?
I promise, this will be a fun and emotional ride. That's what life is, isn't it?