Personal Transformation, Self Help, Body Image
Date Published: 06-21-2022
A book where readers delight in both an “infectious storyline”
and simultaneously a unique venture into their own personal
development… including handfuls of interviews and excerpts featuring
significantly impactful teachers, mentors and healing, therapeutic
guides.
Excerpt
Chocolate, I know you sound clichéd. For years you’ve been
associated with making up for love lost, poetically punctuating rom-com
breakup scenes or presented as a prop in illicit affairs: a declarative
symbol of substitution. Forgive me, my beloved, where words might fail me;
I’ve picked up a drugstore satiny-red box of liquor-filled chocolate
for you. Chocolate has a history through the ages, long before
Hershey’s confectionary affair gained speed at the end of the
1800s.
Anthropologists deem we’ve associated the chocolate bean with love
for more than five thousand years, which means that chocolate might be, to
speak in broad sweeps, our longest romanticized relationship.
Our chocolate devotion, however, is definitely not just fluff; it certainly
stands scientifically solid, whether in the formation of a solid dark or a
solid milk flavor. Ancient cultures prescribed raw chocolate medicinally as
a means to activate powerful heart-opening energy, and today, the latest
laboratory research reveals that the ingredients in chocolate possess
properties that support heart health.
Of course, I would never dismiss any elements considered divine in sacred
ceremonies, and I will absolutely agree that chocolate, in its purest form,
is a potent substance. But what I’m investigating here when it comes
to craving is surely not about gorging on bags of raw, unsweetened,
hard, whole cacao beans from the Theobroma tree of the flowering Malvaceae
plant family. I’m talking about teeth-sinkable, caramel-centered,
sugar-laden, chewy, melt-in-your-mouth, candy-corporate chocolate—the
kind that is first and foremostly a globbity-glunk of vegetable fat and
high-fructose corn syrup, factory designed to dissolve within two to five
seconds of making contact with your tongue. I’m talking about the kind
of chocolate you can rake up in your top teeth, scraping the northmost side
of a covered brick of vanilla wafer, which dissolves just moments after the
chocolate-like topping evaporates into that savory-sweet pocket of the mouth
just near the back molars. What I’m describing is the type of
chocolate bar you can accidentally pack into your oversized purse, wrapped
in bright packaging, which comes conveniently in countable squares; one
square, two, five, ten—all fractional justifications of one wholly
complete serving. Finger-licking chocolate, shirt-collar, car-seat,
luggage-staining chocolate; the kind of chocolate that, just like it fills
every commercial, can fill in all the gaps in our regularly programmed
schedules.
Wake up, get to work, chocolate, meeting, chocolate, drive home, chocolate,
dinner, After Eight chocolate. And, most of all, my favorite kind of
chocolate: chocolate that makes us forget what we might have started to long
for. Nostalgic peanut-butter cups, fudge- flavored toffee, the sticky
sweetness of candies kept from my sticky fingers with just one thin wax
paper: oh, how I’ve known you. Mint- thin chocolate layers to support
my own tendency to hide out in layers, in a cool refuge away from the hot,
grilling mess of intensity that is the rest of the racket-filled world: how
you momentarily silence mayhem.
And while I, too, have romanticized you, chocolate, leaving scandalous
trails of wrappers from freezer to carpet-covered basement staircase, I have
no clue why the heck I’ve gone through such war fighting against you
while simultaneously keeping the intensity of your ammunition alive.
Twinkle, twinkle little bar (of chocolate), how I wonder what you are (or
what you stand for). Up above my fridge, so high, (to ignore that cupboard
how I’ll try—yet, next at market, again I buy). Yes,
it’s a nursery rhyme for the girl who’s lived a life lassoed
again and again by foods that trap her in a self-deserting scene, forever
deploying dessert as distraction from despair. Oh, chocolate, what do you
mean to me?
Here’s the truth: while I’d explored a multitude of modalities
in the past to heal my affliction—my damaged relationship to my body
and self-nourishment—when it came to developing a healthier
relationship to eating, I’d actually never sought the most obvious
type of specialist: a certified and registered dietician. I wasn’t
sure exactly why I’d avoided someone who might make me stare in a
cognizant fashion right down at the nose of my fork. Why would I be turned
off by someone like a dietician, who might expect that I actually put in the
time, make the conscious effort during my living daylight hours to
positively review and shift my eating habits—to be truly self-
accountable?
When it came to dietary choices, I’d lived under a spell that
supposed I was a victim of compulsive eating, like an innocent Giana
character going about my day when I was suddenly seized by a tumultuous
weather pattern, teleported to the eye of a tornado, for example. I felt
that this storm pattern rendered me incapable of any option other than
heading, frayed and frenzied, into a food-consumptive hell that, really, I
had nothing to do with. I believed I was bullied by an energy, and I’d
share this condition with any genre of specialist except those who would
mandate that I take the role as my own healer. I chose to go through
hypnotisms, rebirths, clearings, cleansings, ceremonies, and cosmic voyages,
rather than decide I had the power to sort my patterns out. I’d prefer
to have crystals, energetic hands or tarot cards read my energy, but that
was my history—and I didn’t have to repeat it. I could believe
in myself to liberate my fortune and fate.
I’d been ready for the last months, and was even more ready now, to
look at my relationship to nourishment head-on. I wasn’t just craving
chocolate, in fact, when I reached for something that felt opulent and
alluring; I was reaching to recognize qualities about myself that possessed
such prowess.
Perhaps I was ready to seek a well-schooled yet holistically informed
nutritionist specializing in complex, disorganized or disordered eating
styles. After all, these were the experts specifically geared up to help
people gain clarity about nourishment itself. I’d seek the wisdom to
help me reach within to access inner wealth, rather than reach deeper into a
decadent box of Pepperidge Farm chocolate-chunk cookies.
I determined that, to get to the crux of how behaviors are changed around
something as substantial, universal, and essential as eating, I’d go
into hard-core research mode. I’d put on more than a thinking cap,
darn it—I’d put on a hard hat, because I had to be willing to go
deep underground to find how behavioral transformation can successfully take
place. I hoped I’d discover some epiphanies in my research, not only
for myself but for all the people I encounter who, like me, have struggled
with the behavioral ABCs of eating.
I’d read the stats: the US diet and weight-loss industry was worth 71
billion dollars, with the alternative-therapies industry coming in at around
the same and the addiction-behavior therapy industry raking in 40 billion.
Obviously, I wasn’t alone: all this rigmarole constituted a whole
culture crying out for ways to get a grip on its food behaviors. I wanted to
understand, from the leaders who’d been able to impactfully support
healing in this area, what the process of remediating self- sabotaging
behaviors might look like, and what someone who is truly ready for
transformation in this capacity can expect.
About the Author
Isabel Chiara, creator of “The Life Actualization Process,” has
been a guide, mentor, and leader throughout her entire life. Over the last
thirty years, she has honed her expertise in extensive studies and practices
of transformational energy modalities. As a professional intuitive guide,
Isabel activates unlimited potential for her clients, helping them to ignite
their most liberated, passionate and empowered life path, full of
prosperity, miracles, and magic. For more information about Isabel’s
“Life Actualization” processes, as well as her previous
top-selling book, Eat Your Words, visit her website below!
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