I ate pizza for dinner last night. Did I feel guilty? Nope. Not at all. I simply sat in the moment with my dinner and really enjoyed it, with no guilt. I’m not quite sure when I dropped the diet dogma and started letting my body guide me but I suspect it was around the same time I realised that feeling guilty wasn’t serving me in any way.
Guilt is that insidious feeling that picks up your fears and smacks you in the face with them. It is your ego trying its best to define you by what you eat (or don’t) and how much exercise you do (or don’t), how loveable you think you are (or aren’t), how worthy you measure yourself to be (or not to be). Defining ourselves by something external to us does not, can not and will not ever satisfy us deeply. Instead, we must define ourselves by that inner whisper of our soul that says, “you are the perfect manifestation of everything you were designed to be. Just relax, you’re doing fine.” We can’t begin trying to understand this connection with our rational minds but we feel it intuitively, don’t we? I know I do.
Guilt is not compatible with happiness.
Guilt is not compatible with health.
You know what is? Being kind to yourself and really understanding, at a visceral level, that your body is purely a physical vessel to carry you around in this life. It doesn’t define you in any way and it still won’t, even if you add more muscle tone, reduce the amount of fat in it, or inject it with fillers. You define you, and you get to choose what that means in every single moment. If the you of today wants a slice of pizza, eat it. but do it consciously and without emotional attachment to it.
Let’s just enjoy the here and now, and let the future take care of itself, yeah?