It Wasn’t Carbs I Was Seeking- It Was Connections
I’m the youngest of 4. We always used to eat together as a family. My mom was the best cook in the world. My parents created a wonderful atmosphere at the dinner table. It was my safe space.
And then I had to leave home at 16 for my education. And I’ve been seeking to recreate that feeling of ‘being at home’ across 4 continents for the last 20 years. This has complicated my relationship with food.
I’m a fat guy living in a fit guy’s body
I run 6k 3–4 times a week. I do pull-ups, squats, and push-ups alongside that. I’m athletic. I also binge-eat fried chicken and pizza. I’ll smash through a bag of Doritos like there’s a diamond at the bottom.
Fasting cuts food out of the equation and forces me to face reality
I’ve been intermittent fasting on and off for a few months now. Apart from the energy boost, I like that it gives me mental and emotional clarity.
It wasn’t carbs I was seeking- it was connections
Johann Hari famously said that “the opposite of addiction is not sobriety- it’s connection.” I wasn’t hungry. I was lonely.
I need to set a good example for my son
My son is 5 months old. He’s starting to eat solid food. Sitting in his bouncer, he watches me closely as I eat. It doesn’t matter what I preach to him. He’ll do what I do. The good news? I’m not lonely anymore. I’m home.
If you’re wondering why I’m suddenly writing on ‘random’ subjects, it’s by design :) I have a theory that ‘find your niche’ is bad advice for new writers. I want to prove to people that they can write about anything.
So I created a 4-week writing challenge. You find your unique perspective (I’ll show you how), and then write about 10 wildly varied topics. Then you publish and test it out in public. Sound interesting? It’s totally free and you can sign up here.