There is a fine line between listening to what your body is telling you, and brainwashing your body into feeling something you want it to feel. As children, we are taught to clean our plates. Don’t be wasteful. After all, there are starving children in Africa. As we get older, we continue the practice. All too often it’s to the point of gluttony and we spend most of our adult life trying to change those habits.
My lesson for the week: it’s ok to feel hungry. You don’t have to indulge every hunger pain with food. Sometimes you may just be thirsty, bored or you want a reason to nibble on that Snickers bar that you shamefully keep hidden behind the bananas in your drawer.
I have always used the “hungry response” excuse to eat. Even now I do it, and I definitely know better.
Me: I’m hungry.
My Body: No you’re not.
Me: No really, I feel the rumblies in my tumbly and only a large caramel macchiato and a chocolate chip cookie will make me feel better.
My Body: Don’t you have banana in your purse?
My Body: Do you plan on running a marathon today?
Me: Um, no.
My Body: Put the cookie down. Back away from the caramel macchiato. Slowly, and no one will get hurt.
My Body: Exactly, your BUTT will be the one paying for your mid day tryst with carbs and sugar.
Me: But, I’m hungry.
My Body: Eat the fucking banana, asshole.
Sometimes, we have to allow ourselves to be a little uncomfortable. Not every impulse needs an immediate response. Sometimes we have to throw the snickers bar in the garbage, cover it up with ketchup and dog shit, make ourselves a nice cup of tea and wait 30 minutes. If you’re still hungry after your “waiting” period, have some fruit. Have some oatmeal. Have anything but that Snickers bar.
You’ll thank me later. So will your ass. You’re welcome.