Food is medicine.
Or it’s poison.
Sometimes, it’s both.
The damage doesn’t always show up immediately.
But your body knows.
It listens long before your mind catches on.
I used to eat whatever numbed the stress.
Whatever tasted like comfort.
Whatever didn’t require awareness.
And at first, I thought I was managing.
But I was foggy.
I was inflamed.
I was exhausted after eating… when I was supposed to feel nourished.
Because the truth is:
Food talks to your nervous system.
It affects your mood.
Your sleep.
Your thoughts.
Your ability to feel safe in your own skin.
But food can also be power.
Clarity.
Calm.
Lightness.
A quiet strength that lasts longer than caffeine or cravings.
Now, I eat to feel clear.
I eat to feel capable.
Not to shrink…
but to stabilize.
The power is in the choice.
Not to diet.
Not to obsess.
But to listen.
Your next meal can be a reset or a setback.
Choose the one that brings you back to yourself.
That’s the Cushy way.
