You’re probably wondering what the heck a mental diet is. Followed by, of course, if anyone needs to be on a mental diet—it would be Tanya.
The Seven Day Mental Diet is hard. Harder than Atkins (hello—admitted carbo-holic here). Harder than the master cleanse, where I only drank a groddy spicy lemonade concoction for five long days. Bleech.
I’ve tried the Mental Diet several times in the past and failed within 30 minutes each time. Yup. That tough.
It’s seven days of only positive thoughts. Sounds easy, right? Sorry. It’s not. I’m a half-glass-full kind of girl. I’m unabashedly positive. But I was shocked, absolutely 100% horrified and embarrassed, by the number of negative thoughts peppering my mind.
During my first mental diet, I was on high alert for activities that might make me negative—like getting dressed. I was so proud of how positive I stayed throughout those two minutes, then I looked for a misplaced barrette.
No biggie, right? Wrong. After searching for several minutes, I realized my inner dialogue had gone something like this, “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could you be so dumb? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I can’t believe you’re so dumb.” Pretty harsh.
I was consciously a positive person, but unconsciously was a different story. I was the ultimate mean girl to my unsuspecting, sweet self.
After three not-so-successful attempts, I’ve learned the diet isn’t about eliminating negative thoughts, which would be virtually impossible. Nor is it suggesting people become freakishly pollyanna positive.
It’s about being conscious of your thoughts, and more importantly, what you do with your negative thoughts? Do you dwell upon them? Bask in their negativity? Or do you question them? Flick them out of your mind?
The diet is still hard, but it’s getting easier. I still occasionally stumble and fall, and when I catch myself swimming in the negativity pit—I pull myself out.
And that makes me smile in my heart and mind.