Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Is This What They Mean By Intuitive Eating?
Is this intuitive eating?
I've never followed this trend or style because I have never, ever trusted myself around food. Too many times when faced with eating what I want, what I wanted was everything and a lot of it. In my past, I have eaten food that I don't even like just for the sake of eating. I am not saying that I have turned any corners or anything, but a couple of things have happened recently that have never happened before.
In the past couple of months, I have been altering my eating style a bit - allowing a few more grain-based carbs, having an ice cream treat (or seven). Just seeing what it feels like to be at this weight that I have decided to call goal/ideal. It will remain to be seen if it is sustainable. So far, so good.
Now I have had "food funerals" in the past - threw something away, put it down the drain, to keep my self from over eating. I've used that strategy in the past to prevent me from eating food I still WANTED.
The past couple of incidents were/are different:
1. I wanted a Wendy's Frosty and some French Fries. So I ordered them. And I ate a bit of each and it was enough. It was like. Okay, I've had what I wanted and I am satisfied. And just threw the remainder away. I didn't want anymore. I NEVER don't want more.
2. I'm hosting a coffee/dessert gathering at my home Thursday night after the movie outing and am still thinking about what to serve that will be easy/good/strategic given my space limitations/etc (and yes, I obviously obsess too much about this kind of stuff). There is new little gourmet ice cream sandwich shop right next to the theatre. You go in and choose from a dozen varieties of fresh-baked cookies and a dozen or so flavors of Blue Bell Ice Cream. I had this brilliant idea that I could pre-order/pre-pay and have them ready for pick up on the walk back to my apartment from the theatre. I was really excited about this and decided to try one out last night. And so I chose an oatmeal toffee cookie, a chocolate coconut cookie for my sandwich and old-fashioned vanilla as my ice cream. And I didn't love it. I mean it was okay, but it wasn't great and wonder of wonders, I just dropped it down the disposal. No pep talks, no inner discussions. I just thought "this isn't good" and I threw it away. Not so that I wouldn't eat it, but because I didn't want it. Say it with me again - I didn't want it. I didn't want it. I didn't want it.