When my sisters and I were teenagers, studying for exams, my mom would bring treats up to our rooms – for us to eat. My mom has a very interesting brain and her idea of a study treat was sliced broccoli.
You know when you get broccoli and you cut off the woody stem part? And most people just throw it away? Not my mom. She would use the potato peeler to take off the thick, fibrous layer and chop up what was left, like carrot sticks. And that is what she would bring to us as we poured over our books. It made a nice crunchy treat.
So I grew up with a broccoli-positive relationship. But in my early twenties I started having this extreme reaction to it. Even regular cooked broccoli. I won’t get into the graphic details. Suffice it to say that it made me quite ill – from both ends.
You’d think the best solution to this would be to just not eat broccoli anymore. And that was my strategy for twenty-five years or so but… I couldn’t help picking at the situation, kind of like a scab. Broccoli is so damn good for you that I really wanted to be able to eat it and I had these strange, warm and wonderful childhood memories of it.
Every five years or so I would try a little broccoli – just to see. Sometimes this was unintentional. You would be amazed at the things broccoli gets slipped into. It’s not like nuts or dairy where people feel the need to disclose that it’s there. You are never going to see a label that says, ‘This product may contain broccoli.’
Always the same reaction.
But still – every few years I can’t help trying again.
A few months ago I steeled myself and ate a bite. Would you believe it?? The broccoli reign of terror is over. I can eat it cooked, raw, roasted and in sprout form.
Food, and your relationship to it, is a journey. I think we have a tendency to think that wherever we are RIGHT NOW is the final destination on our food journey. You know what you like and don’t like, what you can and can’t eat, the things you crave, the treats you can’t live without.
Here’s the idea I want to put forward today. There is no final destination on your food journey. It never ends. You don’t arrive. Opening your heart and mind to this idea puts you in a place where you are the curious captain of your own ship, where anything is possible – instead of stuck repeating patterns that don’t make you feel good.
Now to switch my analogy from water to land 🙂 – instead of thinking as your food path as a straight road ahead of you, entertain the idea that there might be a curve that you can’t quite see around yet. Maybe check it out and see what you think.
Ask yourself if you truly like where you are when you finding yourself saying ‘I could never give up my [insert food habit like sugar in coffee, daily baked treat, etc…]’ . Or ‘I don’t like or can’t eat [insert food that you have always dismissed as not for you].’
Food for thought, ha ha.