For the absolute longest time, I was always the skinniest little twig that you’d ever seen; and I mean skinny.
Fast forward a couple of years and I’m by no means ‘fat’, ‘overweight’ or ‘large’ but I can definitely accept that in the last few years (especially since being with Matt – cheers babe) that I’ve put a little bit of weight on.
And that’s all down to my relationship with food. I used to eat because I had to; food sustained me rather than ~pleasured~ me, whereas now I cannot get enough of the latest cuisines to try. So that’s what today’s post is about; my relationship with food and what it means to me.
From the ages of about four to fourteen, I hated eating. To me, food was just such a chore, it wasn’t enjoyable and I never looked forward to meal times. It wasn’t necessarily that the food I was eating was particularly bad, I was more just bored of the whole eating process and I never really found a dish that I loved (apart from chicken nuggets, skinny fries and spaghetti hoops, which, for the record, I still bloody love now).
But as I’ve got older, my relationship with food has changed dramatically, and for the better.
I now look forward to every single meal time, I’m constantly wondering what delicious meal I can cook up and if I’m going out for a meal, you can bet your life that I’ve extensively checked through the entire menu and I already know what I’m going to order.
With my adoration for food, also comes the inevitable consequence of putting weight on; it turns out you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
For the past couple of months, I’ve noticed a definite change in my appearance and my body; I no longer have my six pack, my legs are slightly bigger and I now have a bum to rival that of J Lo. But the thing that’s surprised me the most?
I’m infinitely happier.
Sure, I may not be as skinny as I was at 15 – but bloody hell if I was, that’d be worrying, right?! I do get a little disappointed that my boobs are now too big to fit into some of my old dresses, but on the whole, I’m much, MUCH happier than I’ve ever been.
I’m no longer afraid to try out new dishes whenever Matt and I go out for date night; in fact, I welcome a new cuisine with open arms! I love sampling new things on the menus of my favourite restaurants, I take pride in my cooking (something I never thought I’d say) and I now look forward to meal times with excitement and wonderment as opposed to a begrudging distaste for everything that was put in front of me.
I won’t lie – that whole ‘relationship weight gain’ thing isn’t a myth as I’d originally thought (hoped) – and since being with Matt my palate has become much more sophisticated and adventurous. One of my favourite things to do now is to try out new restaurants in York with my friends and family; in the last few months alone I’ve tried dishes such as octopus and calamari, two dishes which I now adore which my younger self would have never even dreamed of trying, let alone actually enjoying them.
I guess the point of this post is to tell you it’s ok to enjoy food; you’re allowed to love the food you eat and as long as you try and maintain a healthy diet and a balanced lifestyle then that’s more than fine. If you’re happy eating a salad every single day, then that’s amazing! If you’d prefer to opt for a juicy burger with extra fries, guess what? That’s totally ok too! As long as the food you’re eating makes you happy, and your body is happy with the fuel that you’re providing it with, then enjoy every meal you possibly can!
There’s so many unbelievable dishes in the world and I really can’t wait for Matt and I to go travelling so I can try as many as possible!
What dishes do you most want to try from around the world? Let me know in the comments or on Twitter @imjustagirl_16.