A version of this article previously appeared on Eccocult.
Recently, a woman posted in a private Facebook group I’m a part of asking for advice on cutting sugar out of her diet. A variety of tips and tricks were proffered: supplements, diets, essential oils, juicing, upping her fat intake, bee pollen, xylitol…
I’m not against any of these tips – without investigating them further, any one of them sound plausible for helping you cut down on sugar. But the advice I offered wasn’t specific to sugar. It was for the entire category of self-improvement:
I used to be a sugar monster. It took years, but now I’m to the point where most of the time (not all the time!) but most of the time I look at something sweet and my script is, “I’m not the kind of person who eats that.” Not “I shouldn’t eat that.” Or “That is bad for me even though it tastes good!” But “I don’t eat those sorts of things.” Just think of yourself as the kind of person who does or does not do things. Now I have this visceral reaction to cupcakes where I imagine myself in opposition to the Midwestern tourist stampeding Magnolia’s to get her paws on a Sex and the City-endorsed, hyper-sweet, butter-and-sugar cupcake. No, I’m one of those successful, healthy New Yorkers always running around in yoga clothes to her next high-powered meeting, noshing on quinoa and kale salads. Not really an accurate picture but whatever works.
The thing is, I’ve always been Alden. My personality has been constant. But the person I present to the world, the outer trappings, has drastically changed over the past seven years. I used to chew gum, drink Diet Coke, microwave myself frozen dinners (“organic,” but still), shop at TopShop and Zara, and a long list of other unhealthy, polluting, and exploiting vices that I’m probably blocking out of my memory. Oh wait, here’s another one: I would occasionally smoke in college. Just socially, of course.
When I think of my New Year’s resolutions, I feel like they have always failed. And yet, when I look back to my 22-year-old self, it’s clear I’ve improved on so many measures. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished! I’m healthier, happier, with more nourishing relationships, and more successful. Why? How?
Well, I’ve definitely matured. I can’t discount the power of a fully developed prefrontal cortex to help you make forward-thinking decisions. But I think, more importantly, that my concept of who I am changed. I stopped being a southern sorority girl who struggled constantly with my weight and deeply cared about what boys thought about me and started thinking of myself as a grownup, a New Yorker, an environmental advocate, a journalist, a feminist, and – finally – a green blogger. As that conception of myself seeped into my soul, my habits and wants and needs began to evolve organically. Would a boss lady chew gum? Would an environmental advocate drink Diet Coke? Would a supporter of sustainable agriculture buy frozen dinners? Would a green blogger shop at Zara? Would a feminist base her self-worth on designer labels or let a guy treat her that way? No, of course not.
In fact, having a strong conception of myself as healthy and compassionate toward people and the planet is the thing that helped me stop my biggest bad habit forever.
Some background: If you often go out in New York City, you’ll be offered cocaine. It’s a fact of the nightlife. It followed me from college through several different friend groups. I was offered cocaine at least once a week as a means of bonding, of staying up longer, of flirting, of feeling powerful and sexy and part of the cool crowd. I knew intellectually all the reasons why I shouldn’t do it: It’s addictive; it’s often adulterated with other crazy drugs; it’s bad for your heart; and buying it funds violence and crime. But it was my developing a public persona as an environmentalist that nailed the coffin lid shut on that vice.
At first, I just had a conversation with my boyfriend at the time. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s not something I believe in,” I said. I eased up on it in a big way, but it still showed up often, and every once in awhile I would relent and say yes.
Then I started taking my blog seriously, and that was the final thing I needed to stop it completely and forever. “No thank you,” I would wave the person off with a friendly smile. “I’m a sustainable blogger, and it’s sort of the opposite of fair trade.” Sometimes I would make a joke. “If you find me organic, fair-trade cocaine, then let me know.” Eventually, the offers from acquaintances petered out. I think other people, when they met me, also knew I’m not the type of person to do cocaine. Once every few months, I still get offered a bump from strangers, but it’s not hard for me to say no. I’m just not the kind of person who does cocaine.
It’s not like I judge people who do it. How could I, when I used to? It’s more like someone who does it, and who offers it to me, has different goals than I do, different values, and a different lifestyle. We’re different people. I have as much in common with that person as someone who eats McDonald’s or spends all her disposable income on designer purses emblazoned with logos. I’ve built a conception of myself that includes things I do, and things I don’t do. And I try to be consistent in my actions and beliefs, as consistent as I can possibly be.
This is not to say I’m a perfect human being. I don’t eat exclusively organic. I am low-, not zero-, waste. Just out of curiosity, I dug through my budget for the year, and it looks like on average I take a cab once a week, which is far more than I would like to admit. But when my mom accidentally put sugar in my tea, thinking it was hers, I wrinkled my nose in distaste at the sweet taste. I don’t put sugar in my tea. I dumped it out and started over.
Speaking of, I would like to dump 2016 out and start fresh for 2017. Wouldn’t you?
Read the rest of the article on Ecocult.
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