Easter has just come and gone. I’ll bet there are a few of you who are swearing … REALLY swearing to Never. Ever. eat chocolate again! Now swearing to Never. Ever. eat [fill in your own naughty indulgence here] can put undue pressure on your good self to be more “perfect” than we as humans can sometimes possibly be. In fact, it raises an internal conflict.

This all takes me back to one of my “oh-my-god-there-are-no-bliss-balls!” meltdowns on my recent trip to Hong Kong/Singapore.

Now, you might be thinking, “why on earth would the lack of a mere bliss ball cause such a ruckus?”, but for me, my friend the bliss ball, represents all the sneaky naughty treats that I allow myself. After all, at my age those yummy Swiss chocolates I used to indulge in take a good deal longer to burn than in times gone by. So, of course, you can see my very valid dilemma. What does one substitute for my beloved bliss balls whilst visiting a bliss ball free zone? Well … after much pondering, I remembered that food is just energy. This energy is scientifically referred to calories or kilojoules. But that’s just a label. This also triggered my memory in how I changed my relationship with food completely, from allowing to it to control me, to sitting with it as my ally.

By now, you probably have accepted that I have a weird way of thinking. But so far it works for me *wink*. So … I’ll now take the liberty of telling you how this monumental shift in my food thinking came about.

A long, long, time ago, in a faraway place. Well not that far really, but it does add to the drama. I decided to take myself off to see a naturopath to help with a minor health issue. This lovely lady, or evil lady if you don’t like someone pricking your finger with a sharp implement, took a blood sample from me. She then, very scientifically, placed MY BLOOD on a glass slide and slipped it under the probing eye of her microscope. Well, what I saw next was nothing short of mind-blowing. On her computer screen were my cells all magnified and doing the hula – they were alive! As I was staring at their “wiggle-age” in awe, the Naturopath snapped me out of my reverie but pointing out that they had little black spots on each and every one of them. Whilst my ignorance was just thinking that those black spots were nothing more than their little brains (or other such important cellular part), she told me that those black spots were indicators that my liver was in distress. Well, that wasn’t at all pleasant news, I thought. Fancy that? I have stressed out my liver causing my wiggly cells to wear black spots.

So, at first, thinking this was the bitter end for my distressed liver and correspondingly distressed cells, I enquired as to my prognosis. “Drink water!”, she said. “1.2 litres per day!”, she said. Rolling my eyes at this seemingly impossible task, I obediently made an appointment to return two weeks later, water dutifully consumed.

Yes, I am getting to the point.

So, I attend my appointment and go through the whole prick, ouch, slide thing again. This time, however, what I saw on the screen was nothing short of amazing. Those cells were smiling! No black spots here, people! The power of water to de-stress the liver in just two weeks. Wow!

What I took away from all of that was, my cells were moving, living, little guys … they were soooo cute! By adding water, I made them smile. I made them happy.

Water = sustenance = necessary for bodily functions.

So is food. For the most part.

Installing the energy of food into your body has the same effect. It makes smiley cells. I’m being simplistic but it really doesn’t matter what food. Food just represents packets of energy. Too many packets and it gets stored for another day – but here’s the kicker- only if you’re scared for any reason about the food. Scared that there is not enough. Scared that it’s going to hurt you. Scared it’s going to add extra padding. Scared about it for any reason at all. Weird but true.

Now when I say it doesn’t matter what food, obviously nutrient dense food is going to give max power to your cells in the most efficient way, whereas that other kind of not-so-nutritionally friendly food only lights the guys up a little.

Here’s the even weirder part. If I can’t find the good stuff, the stuff that I know delivers max power. I give the other stuff some added power of my own. I send that food loving thoughts. I tell it before I eat it that whilst I appreciate that the good bits will connect to and energise my cells, I amp up the energy of the less than desirable bits with love and set them to work.

I promise you, this was how I dealt with the bliss ball crisis whilst I was away. I ate sugary treats. Probably too many of them. Before I sat myself down to eat my treat, I ceremoniously sent it love and asked for it to do a good job on my food satisfaction levels. I asked it to give me good energy and to take care of me. I imagined it glowing as I was eating it. I imagined my cells like balls smiling back at me in bliss. After all, that’s what I wanted wasn’t it. Bliss balls?

In fact, I do this subconsciously with all food. The important part is that I’ve given up the fight with my food. I just send it love with the knowledge that the love I send will end up loving my cute little cells. Above all, I savour it. I make eating a ceremonious event. Because it is, no matter what I’m eating.

As evidence of how this worked for me, I had lost two kilos whilst I was away. That was not on my agenda in the least. Yes, I did do a good deal of extra walking, no doubt that helps. But two weeks of eating extra treats, sent with love, ended up fuelling that extra walking I needed to do. Not fuelling the guilt that once upon a time would have been the case. Guilt is a fear based energy, the exact opposite of love and I it does not get soaked up the same way.

So, no matter what lovely things you have eaten, or will continue to eat, over this Easter holiday, I say … enjoy … with love, knowing the loving energy you send will fuel your bliss ball cells perfectly for you.