Do you ever lose sleep at night, angry at the food your parents fed you growing up? Are you wild with rage and hate at the Vegemite sandwiches, sausage rolls with sauce, white bread, margarine, Fruit Loops, ice cream, lollies, Nerds, Warheads, and every other chemical-laden item disguised as food known to man?
After facilitating perhaps the most deep and meaningful event of my life recently, it occurred to me that people don’t attend these events in order to forgive their parents of the food they were given growing up.
There’s nothing to forgive. They don’t care what they were given for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They care about how they were spoken to. How they were treated, or how much respect they were given or not given. They care about their relationships with their siblings. They question why people died, some to suicide, some to chronic disease, without much warning. They question why good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people. They wonder if they will ever reach their full potential in life, whatever that is.
They question how to find people that understand them, wondering if it is them that’s not doing the understanding instead of everyone else not getting it.
They question how to be frugal in an ever-consuming world, but not so tight that they don’t get to enjoy some of life’s incredible experiences on offer.
They don’t question the brand of bread they had. They don’t point the finger at their parents for choosing Pepsi over Coke, or KFC over McDonalds. And I think the reason is because we know it’s small fry (pardon the pun).
Yet many people more than ever today are determined to eat the 100% perfect diet.
They’re barking up the wrong tree.
My experience and observation is that you are better off forgiving your parents, or siblings or perpetrator, than you are to go gluten-free, vegan, grain-free, or all three combined. Cleansing yourself of hate and resentment is far more beneficial to the body than a juice cleanse or removing gluten from your diet.
Hate won’t come up in a blood test. Gluten sensitivity will. But that doesn’t mean that hate doesn’t exist. My friend, Holocaust survivor Eddie Jaku, turned 100 on Sunday, and he doesn’t hate. Think about that for a minute. A Holocaust survivor who does not hate. If it’s good enough for Eddie, it’s good enough for you and I.
If you harbour hate whilst going on a diet, I urge you to consider your priorities.
All my love,
PS – Eddie is an inspiration – here is my most recent interview with Eddie on 100 Not Out.
PPS – If this has touched a nerve and you want to go deep and meaningful, then I invite you to Byron Bay on May 18-19 for my two-day signature event, Exceptional Life Blueprint LIVE. All the details are here or at www.marcuspearce.com.au/byronbay