You know that voice in your head?
The one that constantly tells you that you aren’t good enough.
The one that’s quick to remind you that you could be doing SO much better.
The one that insists that even when you do your best, it still doesn’t cut it.
The voice that clearly thinks you’re shit, regardless of how much progress you’ve made and everything you’ve overcome to get there.
You know the voice.
It’s always there, a harsh, judgmental, unsupportive critic.
It keeps you stuck. It makes you sad. It takes away your power.
It makes you doubt yourself.
Well, you know what my love? You don’t need it and you don’t deserve it. But apparently, it never got the fucking memo that NO ONE is perfect and that you are RIGHT where you’re supposed to be on your journey of life. So I’m here with the memo.
Here’s the deal. Getting your shit together and having goals is awesome, especially when those goals are going to help you live a longer, healthier and happier life. But there’s no rule that says the path to reaching those goals has to be an uphill battle in a hot, sticky jungle while wearing a puffy down bodysuit and 6-inch stilettos with Ace of Base blasting in the background.
It does NOT have to suck.
The path to reaching your goals can be happy. Peaceful. Uncomplicated. It can be a day at the fucking spa.
And the beauty is, you get to choose. You can choose miserable, hard and discouraging. Or you can choose serene, easy and supported.
If you want the easier path, you gotta stop taking those judgmental voices in your head seriously and commit to being totally okay with wherever you’re at on your path – for better or for worse.
Let’s say that one of your goals is to eat a Whole Food Plant Based diet five days out of seven every week. Awesome!
Okay – you ate like a plant based boss on Monday. Tuesday you nailed it. Wednesday was a blur of veggies, beans and grains. But Thursday…oh Thursday….
It starts out with a bang. You have your green smoothie in the morning and when you get hungry again you eat a big bowl of steel cut oats and almond butter toast. So far so good. Lunch is meal plan leftovers – excellent. Yummy and satisfying. Doing good!
But as soon as 3pm rolls around, your co-worker comes over and plops down a jelly-filled donut on your desk. Oh for fuck’s sake you think to yourself as the bright red jelly oozes out of the donut, like it’s ready and waiting for you. Your co-worker smiles as she bites into her donut, making mmmm sounds and closing her eyes with pleasure.
Damn it. Why is the combination of sugar, fat and bread so fucking magical?
You think about the apple that you brought from home – it’s all washed and ready to go. It’s in your bag, not even a foot away. You look at the donut. You look at your bag. You look at your co-worker who’s currently climaxing with donut delight.
Fuck it. You grab the donut, you put it in your mouth and you bite. You don’t take a dainty “ladylike” bite either. You bite into that fucker like it is actually Christian Grey. You close your eyes. You feel the rush of sugar hit you. And for one full minute you are in total bliss and the thought of your apple is far from your mind.
You and your co-worker look at each other as you both lick your fingers and wipe sticky red jelly from the corners of your mouths. As she leaves to go back to her desk, it hits you: this wasn’t a friendly visit to say hi and talk about your new boss. It was an invitation to have an orgy, right there at your desk.
And you accepted.
Here it comes. The voice in your head starts up:
Why the fuck did you do that? You were doing SO well and you messed it all up. I told you that you’d never be able to last 5 days. You may as well pick up a pizza and some ice cream on your way home to punish yourself for inhaling that donut. You will NEVER reach your goal, you loser.
I’m going to stop right here because this is the fork in the road.
This is where you get to choose…
Do you want happy spa or do you want Ace of Base, jungle, stilettos?
Either one is an option, even after you ate the donut. Yup, the donut isn’t the crime, it’s what happens AFTER you eat the donut that matters most.
If you want the hard, shitty, Ace of Base path, here’s what your next move would look like:
You turn to that voice and you say:
You’re right – I SUCK!!! Why did I do that? If I can’t be perfect, why do I even try? My goal is totally unrealistic – I’m never going to get there. I suck. I suck. I suck. Good idea on the pizza and ice cream – there’s no point in eating healthy the rest of the day or week for that matter. I guess I’m just not cut out to eat plant based.
RESULT: Eating greasy pizza and ice cream for dinner. Going to bed feeling shitty and guilty. Waking up unmotivated to eat well and feeling disconnected and far away from your goal.
Okay tiger, let’s rewind this track to right after you ate the donut.
If you want the happy spa path, here’s what your next move would look like after that crappy, judgmental voice starts up:
You turn to that voice and you say:
Thanks but you need to fuck off – and I say that with SO MUCH love. I will reach my goal, but I need you to simmer down because you’re making it harder for me than necessary. So I had a donut – it’s not the end of the world. And it’s definitely not worth eating crappy pizza and ice cream over, especially when I have delicious, healthy food in my fridge waiting for me. I’m in charge here and you’re not welcome to this party. This is MY show. Are we good?
RESULT: Having a super nutrient dense dinner, going to bed feeling empowered and proud of yourself for making it through the day with just one donut slip up. Waking up refreshed and excited to make your green smoothie and knowing that you can reach your goal with ease and grace.
You get to choose.
Magic doesn’t happen by being perfect. Being perfect is overrated and unrealistic. Magic happens when you embrace your imperfections and lovingly move on.
You my dear, have more power than you realize and you’re more than capable of reaching every single goal that you set for yourself.
The questions is, will you be sweating balls, scaling a steep-ass hill in stilettos and blasting Ace of Base?
Or will I find your ass being pampered at the spa?
Today’s recipe is ridiculously easy.
Hummus from fresh cooked beans is always best, but sometimes we need to make hummus on the fly. This recipe makes the perfect hummus from canned beans. (I’m reminding you here that this doesn’t have to be complicated)
Perfect Hummus From Canned Beans
Perfect Hummus From Canned Beans
- 1 can organic garbanzo beans if you already have cooked garbanzos in your fridge that you need to use up, one can of beans is equivalent to about 1 1/2 cups / 260g, drained and rinsed well
- 1 garlic clove peeled left whole
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 1/4 cup tahini 60g
- 1/4 cup water 60ml
- 1/2 teaspoon sea salt
Place all of the ingredients into your food processor and process until super creamy and smooth.