i've been avoiding this; starting a website/blog. but the love and inspiration i've received from my instagram followers helped me realize that this is my next step to continuing to build our community.
i guess the first thing to get straight is that my name isn't olive, it's Olivia - olive is a nickname :) the reason for the name change is when I first started my gram, I didnt tell a soul (not even my mother). I wanted the freedom to post whatever I wanted without having to worry about what my friends/family would think.
next thing: i haven't always eaten this healthy... like, this is very new for me. i grew up in a home with a Jewish mom and a Cuban dad - yeah, i know what you're thinking - you're Cuban AND Jewish? Imagine a father with the looks of Pitbull and the personality of a latino Tony Soprano, and a mother whose spirit animal is Barbara Streisand and Deepak Chopra combined, and you have my parents. Needless to say, my life has never lacked drama.
My dad's food groups started and ended at steak and rice. my mom's favorite sentence after 6pm was "i don't care if you're full, you're privileged. lick your plate clean". towards the end of my high school career, i developed a really unhealthy relationship with food - i ate when i was happy, sad, angry, calm - all the emotions. i ate.
i dont care - i thought, i'm hispanic, i'm SUPPOSED TO BE CURVY. it wasn't until i surrounded myself with people who were conscious about what they put into their bodies that i realized: maybe i could be taking care of myself a little bit better (aka maybe i, too, could be a #skinnybitch) and, like all of these stories go, i began to diet. i tried 'em all.
i did this INSANE raw green vegetable cleanse one time just so I could fit into a dress for a formal. I spent 3 days walking around my college campus like I had just gotten off of the island that Tom Hanks gets stuck on in Cast Away, stuffing my face with green bell peppers like I hadnt eaten or seen signs of human life in four years.
(good news: my dress fit for the first 15 minutes until bad news: it turned into a shirt after my date, who turned out to be the literal reincarnation of Voldemort, decided to order me fettucini alfredo at dinner – who does that?)
then, i tried the paleo diet--nothing against paleo, i think it's gr8 if you do it correctly--which ended in me going to bed with the meat sweats every night for 3 weeks because apparently i thought the point was to eat as much meat as you can in a day??? (and if you've never had the meat sweats, congratulations, because it's my own PERSONAL HELL).
eventually i got over all of the ridiculous fads and by my last year at UC Berkeley, my main food group was burritos coupled with Taco Bell AM Crunchwraps,
and then i graduated. and that's where the real story begins...
8 months post college graduation (fall 2015ish) i was a mess. i had moved back home, had to cancel my SE Asia backpacking trip, and had a broken heart. i think mess is an understatement. *i realize that these are first world problems - i am continually grateful that i have a mother who coddled me with love when i lived with her, and grateful to have seen as much of the world as i have at such a young age*
any normal girl in this state would probably binge on chocolate and watch Sleepless in Seattle (is that what people watch when they're heartbroken? idk). i, however, went to Buffalo Wild Wings, ordered some PSYCHOTIC promo wing meal, and ate all 30 of them because i had "just worked out" (u let me know if rollerblading up and down the street once, eating shit, and sobbing all the way to BWW justifies as a workout- we're all entitled to our own opinions). shortly thereafter, i was speeding down the 5 fwy at 95mph because i could feel an EXPLOSION coming... you know what kind of explosion i'm talkin' about.
there i sat, hour 3 on the toilet, when i said no. more. i'm done feeling sorry for myself, eating like crap for no reason, and not taking care of myself for reasons that made no sense. (a few months prior, i had been diagnosed with stress induced IBS and did nothing about it)
i knew that this time, committing to “changing my lifestyle” would be different, because i wasn't going to be impulsive or ridiculous. it wasn't about losing weight this time, i told myself. it was about fueling my body with real and honest food, and fueling my life with things that made me happy.
fast forward to march 2016, when I walked into my first day of yoga teacher training. over the four months leading to that day, i had taken the long and difficult path to changing my entire lifestyle. i got rid of facebook and snapchat. i got rid of people in my life who didn't serve me in a positive way. i got rid of negative thoughts that i had about my body and my personality.
in turn, i gained the space to be mindful. i regained the old and new friends who inspired me to be a better person. but mainly, i gained positive thoughts surrounding my sense of being - who I was, what MY hobbies were, what made ME feel good. i found balance; i found gratitude in good food.
the journey had just begun. In the following months, i found my physical awareness - i am strong, and my body is capable of doing anything i want it to. i was overwhelmed by this power, and decided to climb to the top of Half Dome in june2016 - and guess what i ate the minute i got down that psycho ass mountain? fries and a milshake from in-n-out.
i finished my 200RYT yoga teacher training in june2016, and for the first time in a long time felt both authentically happy and confident in who i am becoming. i started olive.eeeats to keep a record of some of the things i was creating and eating.
little did i know i would find a community of people who continually inspire me to consume foods that nourish my body. little did i know that using my meals as a medium of art would become my most treasured passion.
thanks for listening. u r all so dank. Let’s frickin do this peeps!!
-Olivia (but you can call me olive)
square 1: my parents + i at my college graduation from UC Berkeley [they are everything to me]
square 2: my younger brother + i on halloween [he is my best best friend]
square 3: the love of my life, my dog, Bodhi [hopefully you get the picture, i LOVE my family]
square 4: finishing the Nike Women's Half Marathon
square 5: my first ever camping trip... i was v unhappy that morning (it was cold?)
square 6: me during my first outdoor bouldering trip in Joshua Tree
square 7: me at the top of half dome
square 8: me being hipster in portland
square 9: paddleboard yoga on Lake Trillium in Hood, Oregon
square 10: my most recent 3 day trek on the PCT in Oregon