BODY POSITIVITY IS NOT A WAITING ROOM THAT’LL KEEP YOU COMFORTABLE UNTIL YOU GET THIN.
I have curated my newsfeed to be full of awesome, positive content – easily done once you start clearing out the trash. Which is why it is pissing me off to see my beautiful body positive posts slowly but perceptibly replaced by body shamers… But the worst thing is that they don’t even know they’re doing it.
I love food. Like, I REALLY love it… I mean, I even enjoy aeroplane and hospital food, for fuck’s sake… As lovely as it is, this beautiful approach to fearlessly trying new foods doesn’t mean I don’t have issues with food, or the body that consumes it. Far fucking from it, actually. I’ve struggled with it pretty much all my life.
When I go to a restaurant, it’s usually because; a) I can’t be arsed to cook, b) my partner can’t be arsed to cook and is offering to pay, or c) I want to eat a fuck tonne of lush food. I don’t normally expect French Fred, the maître D from “First Dates”, to tell me that I need to jog for 45mins because I ate a cheeseburger. But I just watched a TV show where this exact thing happened.
Today I watched the BBC 2 Horizon documentary “The Restaurant That Burns Off Calories” – and man, do I have some views to share with you!
Sometimes you just need to ask yourself if you’re hungry or just bored. Environmental boredom often can be an easy fix. But not always. Yes, you may be able to distract yourself for half hour by opening a book or having a quick shag, but after the novelty of change has worn off the snacks are still calling to you… “Dominique, come eat us, our doughnut-goodness is exactly what will cure your agitation”. Noisy fucking baked goods.
At first, I contemplated setting up a 12-step programme… “hello everyone, my name is Dominique and I can’t leave Chocolate Digestives alone”. But then I figured that it was probably quicker to just tell you how to stop eating your way through boredom in a blog post. Why do so many of us turn to food when we’re bored, and is there any way to stop it? Or are we doomed to eat our bodyweight in Oreos and Hula Hoops every day we spend in isolation?
You know that feeling of restlessness and unease? Where you don’t feel particularly comfortable no matter what you do? I feel that right now multiplied by 100. And I know what it means. I have had this exact feeling twice before. The first time was when I knew I’d outgrown my sports centre job and wanted to open my own gym. And the second time was when I closed my gym and I realised that I didn’t want to be part of the fitness industry as it currently operates.
All good stories start with a cult. And this one is no different. NB: You are about to witness me shoehorning a story about a cult into this blog just because I think it’s a cool tale, so I need to pretend like it was vital to the narrative in order to demonstrate a point about diet and fitness… wish me luck!
I spent all yesterday looking at gym adverts so I could create a piss-take video about summer fitness advertising. The amount of body shaming that they thought was acceptable was both hilarious and terrifying. And this reminded me of the one of my main motivations for starting The Anti-Fitness Project. Most gyms spend their entire marketing budget convincing us that we are not enough and cannot possibly be happy as we are. We all need fixing. But don’t just take my word (or your own eyes) for this. Clever people have said it too.
My brother is getting married next weekend. Amazing! But this also means that I have had six months of “have you got your outfit sorted yet?” comments from my parents. My sister’s wedding was easy. I was a bridesmaid, so I was told what to wear. Simple. Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a blog about fashion. Anyone who knows me knows that I am probably the last person who should be chatting haute couture.
I have just finished my first diet challenge. And it wasn’t a “let’s cut out fat” or “I’m going to start counting diet club points” diet. Normally strict eating regimes aren’t my thing. I’m more of a learn to eat what your body needs type girl. But I decided to start a challenge to eat better both for myself and for the planet. So I cut out all food that has any plastic packaging for one month.