It’s so weird to me, bodies, everyone has one but they’re all completely different. Yet we all want to be accepted and be like one another.
I always said life would be so much easier if your body came with an instruction manual.
*Eat clean, eat healthy, move your body*
But any one who has lived a day of life ~er well maybe more than one day~ knows it’s not that simple.
Eat healthy but you’re body is going to try to make sure you have nutrition in case of a famine so we’re genetically wired to appreciate bright colored foods or sweet things, carbs are a dream but they make you fat and if you have the honor of living in the 21st century there’s a diet plan for any type of lifestyle you would like.
You love fat and meat?
No prob! Keto’s your way!
Cool there’s a cookie diet out there (or there was in the 90’s?)
Or hey do you just not want to worry about eating?
A juice cleanse will solve all of your issues!
Not to make things harder or anything but because people’s bodies are so different different diet plans work differently for people. Oh and the studies!
I kid you not my mom swears elderberries cure any ailment you have, and turmeric is probably the cure for all the negative in the world. A few years back my father insisted that my overweight college self immediately go to the vitamin store and grab some raspberry ketones!
The health industry is just that, it’s an industry and honestly I think most of the time part of their business mastermind is to keep us all on our toes and confused out of our minds.
Case in point~
Sugar, pure refined crystal Sugar
I can almost guarantee you that no health professional will ever tell you that sugar HAS to be part of your balanced diet for you to remain a healthy functioning human. However somehow it sneaks into everything we consume. Could you even imagine the ramifications if as a nation we just boycotted everything with sugar? It’d be amazing but it would also have a huge domino effect.
Honestly this kind of got off on a tangent because I originally began this thought because after going my entire life being un-diagnosed with Celiac disease, my body took a lot of hits. My hair, nails and teeth have always been pretty brittle and thin.My stomachs always been a mess and worst of all I learned to not trust my body. I was constantly told my stomach issues were in my head. I just had anxiety and maybe i should just try some anti depressants.
Recently I’ve finally been able to grow nails without them breaking! I have been so excited and people look at me like I’m mental,because nails grow…..duh!
But mine didn’t.
Over the years I would just lay in bed completely sick, mind body and soul sick and I would wonder what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t just be normal and get through it. Why was I so screwed up that I would be able to manipulate my body to get physically sick.
At one point my high school guidance counselor strongly encouraged my mother to put me into the psychiatric unit at the hospital. Since I couldn’t function as a normal teenager and attend classes regularly.
I’m not trying to post a “feel bad for me blog” but something happens to you when people give up on you and write you off. To this day I would love to confront my pediatrician and guidance counselor and say see?
I told you I was sick! It wasn’t in my head! And you gave up on me!
I assume people with mental health issues must feel very similar. Instead of working with people we’re so easy to write them off, throw some anti-depressants at them and tell them to grow a pair. When really if we just cared and listened we could help people through what they’re going through.
It’d be so much easier if we had a manual that came with us to help us understand what we’re going through so we can help illustrate that to others.
So what do my nails have to do with anything, honestly really nothing.
But I feel like I can restart, I can trust my body to tell me when somethings wrong.
It’s just another physical proof that my body needed help and I’m finally addressing it.
Whatever you’re going through
Whether it’s only real to you or it’s yet to be determined it’s still real.
is still pain
Except physical pain is normally met with a vast team to back you up and heal your broken tangible arm where emotional pain is met with people not believing you or telling you they know it’s hard but you have to push through.
Don’t give up on yourself.
No matter what you’re going through.
You’re worth it!