EAT WITH Intention
Recipes and Meditations for a
Life That Lights You Up
CASSANDRA BODZAK
Creator of Eat with Intention TV
Text 2016 Cassandra Bodzak
Photography 2016 Quarto Publishing Group USA Inc.
The photos on pages were kindly provided by the author.
Copyright Mary Aracena for photos on pages .
First published in the United States of America in 2016 by
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ISBN: 978-1-63106-236-0
Digital edition: 978-0-76035-368-4
Softcover edition: 978-1-63106-236-0
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Bodzak, Cassandra, 1987- author.
Title: Eat with intention : recipes and meditations for a life that lights you up / Cassandra Bodzak, creator of Eat with Intention TV.
Description: New York : Race Point Publishing, 2016. | Series: Eat with intention
Identifiers: LCCN 2016031531 | ISBN 9781631062360 (hardback)
Subjects: LCSH: Self-care, Health--Popular works. | Nutrition--Popular works. | Mind and body--Popular works. | BISAC: COOKING / Specific Ingredients / Vegetables. | COOKING / Vegetarian & Vegan. | COOKING / Health & Healing / Weight Control.
Classification: LCC RA776.95 B63 2016 | DDC 613.2--dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016031531
Editorial Director: Jeannine Dillon
Project Editor: Erin Canning
Art Director: Merideth Harte
Photographer: Evi Abeler
Shoot Assistant: Harriet Honkaniemi
Food Stylist: Mariana Velasquez
Assistant Food Stylists: Kristin Stangl and Erika Joyce
Cover and Interior Design: Melissa Gerber
Introduction
I remember once when I was five, my best friend and I were having a play date and we were giggling and chatting on the swings about something that happened at school, but it wasnt long before the subject of weight was raised.
How much do you weigh? I asked Ashley. There was a moment of awkward silence between usa nervous realization that this number might mean something, a mutual worry that one of us might have a better number.
After she revealed her weight, we discovered that I weighed morefive pounds more to be exact. I put on my best poker face, and I tried desperately not to cry.
I may have saved face at that moment, but those tears flowed in the years to come. I felt like I lived with this scarlet letterthe F-wordfor girls. This badge of not being skinny enough, good enough, or perfect enough lasted well into adulthood. In the third grade, I grabbed my non-existent little tummy while I sat on the toilet, crying to God, Why did you give me this? Why cant I just be skinny like everyone else?
I was a normal, healthy weight, but I was so disillusioned with my body at such a young age that, during high school, I clocked hours on the treadmill every morning before class and used weight-loss supplements and pills. One of those mornings, I actually fell asleep while running and faceplanted the treadmill. (Talk about your body hitting a wall and refusing to go any further!) There was another early morning when I had just finished my daily treadmill workout complete with a pre-workout diet pill cocktail. As I stood in the shower, my heart started beating like it was coming out of my chest. I thought for sure I was having a heart attack at the ripe old age of 15. In a panic, I tried opening my mouth to drink some of the shower waterhoping that would calm me downbut to my shock, I couldnt even swallow the water. My body was actively expelling whatever I tried to put in it. I crumbled to the shower floor, convinced that this was how my life was going to end. I started to pray.
Dear God, if you let me make it through this, I promise Ill stop with this stupid shit. I promise I wont take the pills anymore. I know they arent good for me. Im sorry. I didnt mean it. Give me another chance, and I wont ever do this again.
My pulse slowed, my breath grew deeper, and I felt myself returning to equilibrium. I was going to be okay. I went upstairs and emptied my drawer of diet pills and never spoke a word of the incident to anyone.
My little sister Kelsey (left) and me at the Delta Gamma sorority.
My acting girlfriends and me (second from the right) all dressed up for a prom scene on set.
After that, things shifted. My mind was constantly flooded with negative thoughts about my body, but I wasnt willing to jeopardize my health with any more sketchy pills. I may have been self-conscious and unhappy in my skin, but the incident in the shower made me realize that it was more important to be healthy and alive, than to have the body of a Victorias Secret model. My disordered eating behaviors went dormant for a few more years.
It wasnt until I was at the University of Connecticut getting my BFA in acting that those old, menacing insecurities returned. As you can imagine, it was an extremely competitive environment and there has always been a lot of pressure to be a certain size as an actress. I felt so out of control when it came to auditions. I felt like I couldnt make them like me. I couldnt make them cast me in something. I couldnt make them see that I was worth it. But what I could do was lose weight. If I made myself smaller, I would have a better shot at getting the parts. And once I started getting some parts and established myself, the opportunities would come more easily and I would become a successful actress after college.
I started working out and dieting again. I was going to the gym for a few hours every day and I would eat cereal with skim milk for breakfast, lettuce with fat-free ranch dressing for lunch, and whatever diet dinner was available in the dining hall. I was successful in my efforts and I began to lose weight. I started getting compliments, You lost so much weight! You look great. How are you doing it? It made me want to keep on going. Suffice to say, I had an unhealthy relationship with my body throughout most of college. A night of partying with pizza and wings meant hating myself and feeling waves of guilt, which I would offset with iceberg lettuce and apples the next day.
This behavior continued until my senior year, when I started to have terrible, debilitating stomach painsthey were like the worst menstrual cramps Id ever had. I stopped dieting, but that didn't make the pain go away. At the time, I had been taking dance classesI love dancingand I had to sit out constantly because the pain was so acute. A couple of weeks later, my teacher Ms. Jean pulled me aside and said, I dont think this is normal. You need to go to the infirmary and figure out whats going on.