Egg muffins have been one of my families favorite recipes for the past decade. We prepped them to take on every family vacation and travel trip. Dad and I both used them in cooking classes. What’s great about them, is the ability to customize them. This is something I think is essential to healthy eating success. I’ve worked with hundreds of people on eating programs. We are all unique individuals. So health is not always a one-size-fits-all. There are some super die-hards out there, who see in black in white when it comes to eating. I used to be one of them. But my perspective has changed. This black and white view is no longer serves me. There are so many variables to consider with health. Eating is key. I agree with that wholeheartedly. But being super stringent, I believe can be counter-productive. Stress I believe is just as detrimental to health as a poor diet. Stress rules the world. We are sucked up in busy, tight schedules. Stress. Jobs. Stress. Families. Stress. Exercise. Exercise is good but can be abused. Overexercising is not a positive. It places extra stress on your body. And then we stress and over-analyze everything bite we take. I used to do so much research, it honestly made me afraid to eat. My relationship with food really took a hit.
So I’ve had to ease up. Love my body. What it does. Respect it. Love the food I put in my body. I don’t eat gluten or processed foods. But sometimes I use butter or I’ll eat a little cheese. Or I’ll eat one of the baked goods I make. Or I’ll make coconut milk ice cream for Zach and I. I don’t scrutinize and punish myself for eating any longer. Eating became a shameful practice, which creates a nasty circle. If my eating wasn’t ‘perfect’ I would be so hard on myself. I would get down on myself. And feel bad about myself. We tie our self worth into our bodies, to our physical self. Which is BS. What matters is the condition of our heart, not the number on a scale. And I used to base my happiness and worth on that scale. I wasn’t living, but waiting for weigh-in’s. Then my happiness level depended on what it said. And then I waited for the next week. I looked great, but even at my smallest, it wasn’t enough. See how messed up this is? I couldn’t eat in front of people, I thought they too, were evaluating what I was eating. If I ate a bite of chocolate, my friends would freak and make a big deal. Anything ‘cheating’ got blown out of proportion. And I felt so under scrutiny. I stopped eating in front of people. There was such shame, in a fundamental human need. Continue reading “Meatlovers Egg Muffins”