The Connection Between Diet and the Law of Attraction
I was turned onto the Law of Attraction (by my friend Jessie!) around the same time I began experimenting with a vegan raw food diet. And after eating totally raw for over a month, I found Abraham-Hicks, the philosophers who popularized the Law of Attraction. Over the next few months I met several others who went raw and got into Abraham around the same time too. What's the connection?
Diet isn't the key to happiness
When I was in grad school, I spent a LOT of time thinking about my diet, learning to cook, and eliminating foods. I was convinced that if I could just find a system of eating that was sustainable, healthy, and kept me skinny I could be happy forever. But after going as far as I could down the "healthy diet" spectrum, I still wasn't satisfied. Sure, I felt super healthy and looked great, but it still didn't solve that underlying "why is diet so complicated?!" feeling.
Enter Abraham, who cleared up the mystery. What you think about, you bring about, and if you think diet is complicated, it will be. If you think a raw food diet will make you feel good, it will. If you think donuts will make you fat, they will. I thought that what I ate greatly influenced my reality, so it did.
Thought is the core, not food
Addressing the basic activities in your life (diet, sleep, exercise) means you care about how you feel. But while tweaking and refining those activities will make you feel good, it won't "fix" your life, because you are still looking outside of yourself for peace. You choose your diet based on your beliefs, but your beliefs are only thoughts you think a lot. If you can take control over the seed of your experience, your thoughts, then you can eat whatever you want.
Is this a trick?!
Sounds pretty great right? Change your thoughts and be able to eat whatever you want, whenever you want. Well, after a whole year of trying to change my thoughts about food, I can't say it's any easier for me to believe I can eat a whole pizza and not feel sick. But I have reached an equilibrium in my diet, and a way to think about food that brings me peace.
Food doesn't make you fat. It's resistant thoughts about the food. When I eat, all I have to do is question whether I'm truly hungry, or whether I'm being lazy and looking to something outside of myself to make me feel good. If I'm truly hungry, my thoughts are of gratitude and relief. If I just want something to make me feel good, my thoughts go crazy, trying to figure out how much I should eat, can I get away with eating that, oh let's just eat everything in the fridge if it'll feel good.
If you look towards something outside of yourself to feel good, when it is gone it will make you feel bad. The only peace can come from within, and that peace is just a straight up choice. Choose to feel good first, and the rest will work itself out.
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i’ve found that because i allow myself to eat whatever i want, i never binge eat to the point of sickness anymore. i just eat whatever i want whenever i want, then i never have to feel guilty. you don’t have to convince yourself that eating an entire pizza will feel ok, because you will never want to do it if you’re allowed to.
it’s like if you had infinite drugs— you wouldn’t care about doing them all the time because you would always have access to it. nbd.
This really interests me. How did you start to direct your thoughts thus? I’ve got five or six stone to lose for medical reasons – I’ve got something called a mechanical lower back injury, that’s years old. Now I’m getting physio and I’m exercising – planning to start swimming again next week.
I don’t look massively heavy, because I’m really tall. But I’ve been trying to eat mindfully and eat when I’m hungry. How would you incorporate this into weight loss? I think I put weight because I was unhappy and I’ve never frankly loved myself, though this is something that I’m trying to work on; love myself in the here and now and not wait for one day, if you get me.
I am convinced about the connection between body and mind. I read somewhere if you’re unhappy and hate yourself, you put weight on. Partly as padding and protection and partly to make make yourself ugly so you don’t have to interact with other people and risk getting hurt. For me I think it was more an outward expression of my happiness rather than anything else, but I think the reasoning is very sound.
I’m looking to lose and stabilise my weight long term. But more than that, I’m looking to build a strong, slim and healthy body. Emphasis on strong and healthy. What I’m trying to do is to make this more a way of life, because the words, weight, loss and diet feel like a punishment. I’m sorry, but if I want a slice of Chocolate Fudge cake, then I’ll damn well have it, but the one slice and just enough to satisfy my craving for something sweet.
It’s interesting to look back though. As a teenager I always tried to blend into the background. Both my best friends were teeny tiny and I was five eight at thirteen and voluptuous then. Wonder what they’d think if they saw me at my mature height of five eleven? Thankfully I’ve never succumbed to an eating disorder. But when I was a teenager, I always used to focus on how great my life would be when I lost the weight. Still do to a certain extent, except now I have the wisdom to recognise it for the crock of shit that it really is.
I find the attitude of the medical profession baffling at times also. I went for a weigh in the other week. For a good month or so previously, I’d had a really nasty cold which turned to a bout of largyngitis and a nasty cough. The coughing set my back spasming – which was incredibly painful. There was no way I could’ve done anything too active without putting my out and causing further pain. Exercising, although I have to do low impact, really hurt. So I just went for short walks when I felt well enough and tried to do a little stretching if I could. Now I hadn’t lost weight, but nor had I put on any – which given the situation, I think was a bonus and felt quite pleased. The nurse acted like the fact I hadn’t lost any weight as the biggest disaster since the Titanic went to a rather watery grave way the hell back in 1912! She wouldn’t accept the fact I couldn’t exercise as much as I’d wanted to – I did keep to my diet ironically enough. But it doesn’t surprise with attitudes like that we all kinds of body image problems and don’t get me started on the media…
I don’t she liked the fact I stood my ground and refuse to be intimidated, but meh.
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