A LOT of people ask my why I named this blog Medicinal Marzipan. It’s one of those “branding” things that you really need to have a good quick elevator pitch to describe, but to this point it’s something that I’ve fumbled with. I’ve said things like, well my nickname was Marzipan in college, and um I’m hoping to help some people.. errr.. and so I just thought of it one day. But I’ve done some thinking, and the answer to that question really should sound a little bit more like this:
I believe that food has the power to heal people.
I believe that we can repair our relationships with our bodies, decide to relearn how to honor our body’s needs/wants, and can learn how to eat in a way that is not restrictive or obsessive or complicated or scary or overwhelming. I believe that once we repair our relationship with food, nothing needs to be “off limits” or considered indulgent or a “cheat” food.
When I was a very little Marzipanling, I would travel every year or so to visit my father’s family in Germany. In their town, there was an EPIC cafe/bakery that sold marzipan shaped like every possible animal/fruit/vegetable possible. I loved it. I loved the almond taste on my tongue. I loved the shapes and colors. I thought it was the most delicious possible food I could imagine.
I chose Medicinal Marzipan, because I believe that these “treats” or “cheat” foods or “sweets” or whatever you like to call them can be eaten and enjoyed without the world tumbling down around us.
That we can re-pattern our association with these types of forbidden foods, and learn to live along side them without panic or binge. That once we free ourselves from no I shouldn’t or ZOMG do you KNOW how many calories are in that we can be free from the powerful grip our minds have over our habits of overconsumption and addictive behavior.
Mostly, I believe that people can change. People can learn to live comfortably with food. People can learn to live comfortably within their own skins.
I am not saying that it is easy, or that I have all the answers. I am, however, saying that the diet industry isn’t working. Hating yourself into a size six is not a solution for sustained, happy living. Taking all of your favorite food and throwing it in the trash is not the way to make peace with it.
We can recover from our pasts. We can move forward. We can pass on healthy habits to our children. We can sit in the house with a pan of brownies, and not wake up to find ourselves covered in chocolate, feeling sick to our stomachs. We can eat a cheeseburger, without relegating ourselves to shame and despair. We can choose to take care of ourselves.