Imagine waking up on Monday morning and discovering you’re no longer in charge of your food choices. Your body has seized control. You’re just along for the ride.
Breakfast time. Normally, you’d reach for a sugary cereal or buttered toast, but your body? Nope. It strolls right past that and pours itself a big glass of water. “Hydration first,” it says. Then it grabs a bowl of oats, tosses in some berries, and tops it with nuts. You want a croissant? Your body laughs, “Not today, pal. We’re going to need steady energy, not a sugar crash by 10 a.m.”
By lunchtime, you’re craving a greasy burger. Your body says, “Yeah… no. We’re going chicken breast, leafy greens, and a drizzle of olive oil.” You protest, but your body replies, “I’ve got arteries to think about.” Dessert? Fresh fruit. Your tastebuds groan while your heart silently applauds.
Mid-afternoon, you usually dive into crisps or biscuits. Your body? It picks up a handful of almonds instead. “We’re not doing the bloating and guilt thing this week,” it says. You mutter something about fun, and your body shoots back, “Fun is having enough energy to climb stairs without sounding like a steam train.”
Dinner is where you think you can outsmart it. Pizza delivery? Not happening. Your body preps grilled salmon with roasted veggies. “I like omega-3s,” it explains cheerfully. “Good for the brain. You’ll thank me when you remember where you parked the car.”
And drinks? That endless coffee refills, fizzy drinks, and late-night gin and tonics you usually enjoy? Your body swaps them for water, herbal tea, and the occasional sparkling water with lemon. “We’re cleaning house,” it says, “not throwing another party for your liver.”
The foods it wouldn’t make are obvious: anything deep-fried, neon-coloured, sugar-loaded, or unpronounceable. No processed snacks. No midnight kebabs. Definitely no triple cheeseburgers with fries. Every time you reach for one, your body smacks your hand away like a strict but caring parent.
By Sunday, something weird happens... you feel amazing. Energy up, stomach flat, mood brighter. Your body pats you on the back and says, “See? I told you so.” But as control slides back to you Monday morning, you’re left staring at a pastry wondering: should you… or shouldn’t you?
Turns out, your body might know best. Maybe, just maybe, you should let it do the shopping more often.
