I remember the first time I heard this term. I was confused. I never thought of myself as having a relationship with food.
I had relationships with my friends, family, colleagues, and clients, but food? - it seemed like a really ‘out there’ concept.
What I knew about food was simple:
Some food was good for you.
Some food was bad for you.
Eating lean meats, healthy fats, green vegetables, and natural carbs was about all the nutrition advice anyone needed.
If you wanted to be healthy or achieve the illustrious ‘6 pack’, you needed to be committed to eating clean with no room for error, no moments of weaknesses, and no giving into temptation.
This was the nutrition advice drilled into my head over and over again starting with my oldest sister, shifting to my high school football coach, then my friends who had nutrition and exercise degrees, and of course, the internet.
But deep down, I always felt there was a much bigger force at play beyond all the nutrition advice I had received. The bigger force felt like an invisible hand that would shove food in my mouth despite my wishes to eat clean. The force felt like a devil inside my head that would torment me with my favorite chips or cookies. The force felt like a monster inside of me that was always in control of my eating decisions and I had no choice but to listen to every single of its commands.
For 17 years I lost weight on a diet at least 2-3 times per year. I had no problem losing weight, but keeping off a single pound felt impossible. After trying, failing, and finally figuring out how to lose and keep off 50lbs, I was right - the force was my relationship with food.