So here's a story. I think I've told some version of this back in 2017. Let's see what you think:
I once had a client who had a very specific weight she felt she had to reach and sustain. I asked her the number she had in mind which she shared.
"Why that number specifically?" I asked.
"That's my healthiest weight," she responded.
We talked for a while longer and at some point, I thought to ask her when the last time she was at that particular body weight. Without pause, she informed me that she reached this specific weight at her wedding, well over a decade ago, as a result of heavily restrictive dieting (the last two points revealed a little later).
And do you want to know how long she maintained this specific weight?
As it just so happened, as it just so happens for many women, the lowest weight one can get to is often assumed to be the most correct, accurate, and natural weight...no matter what is took to get there.
Even if it meant only eating packets of tuna, working out twice a day, everyday, fasting on air, being sick for a while, whatever.
What's assumed is the lowest weight is the healthiest. It has to be. Even it was only maintained 3 days through all sorts of nutritional voodoo.
Do you see the impact a former weight achieved in this particular way might have on a woman for years to come when she's trying to navigate body weight, eating, and nutrition?
To a certain degree, creating a better relationship with food and body has to do with healing, growing up, and growing wise - letting go of the old way, the old outgrown strategies, and opening to something new...something better...
With love & respect,