Some people will read this and say
“duh” but for me, this knowledge was like KaZaam!
I'm 34 (that is important for
perspective's sake). I have an unhealthy relationship with food. I
have theories as to how this developed but I won't go into them here.
Just know that by the time I was 11, I began to engage in an eating
disorder that would last for nearly 5 years. Knowing what I know now
about electrolytes and remembering what my heart was doing at the
time, I wonder how close I came to a heart attack. The eating
disorder was simply the apex of a sick foundation. Even after the
binge, purge, starve cycle behavior concluded I still maintained some
crazy-@$$ relationship with food.
Here are a few examples: (some of
you will relate)
I would make decisions to go or not go
places based on what food would or would not be available.
I would still binge to satisfy
emotional needs, while leaving out the purging portion. (Hello weight
gain.)
At social gatherings I would literally
hover around the food. Like a lifeboat.
I felt that I HAD to eat something if
it was available.
I firmly believed that if I was thin,
life would go well for me and I would be happy.
My ENTIRE day could be ruined by a
single slice of pizza. Literally.
I held to an irrational fear that this
unique edible opportunity (like a Snickers) would never present
itself again and must be taken advantage of NOW or I would miss out
on something amazing (like a Snickers).
I set crazy rules about what to eat,
when to eat, how to eat. Feeling immense guilt for failing to follow
the rules.
I kept a pair of size 4 cut off jeans
for years...I had a goal of fitting into them. I would hold them up and
feel sad that I wasn't quite there yet. Even at my lowest weight of
98 pounds, I didn't fit into them! (Differing body types.) It was a
source of shame and failure until I finally threw them out.
If I try to diet I can go crazy. From
obsessing about food to dreaming about it to allowing my moods to be
determined by my “success” to starting to rehash the same
thoughts that are precursors to the binge and purge cycle.
And most recently, whenever I was out
driving by myself I had to get a “treat”. It began as an exciting
rarity (wasn't out by myself too much over the past decade) but
turned into this MUST-GET-A-TREAT –
go-out-of-my-way-show-up-late-because-i-MUST-get-myself-a-treat
monster.
Anyhow, you probably get the picture.
Then something happened.
Several months ago (Fall 2016) I was
making the kids lunch. A little frustrated, a lot of contemplative, I
had the idea that maybe I need to go back to the beginning. Kind of
like how a type of regression therapy is used for Reactive Attachment
Disorders (it is controversial, I am not advocating for or against
it).
What is the beginning of food? Milk.
Well, drinking only milk wasn't going to happen. What's next? Being a
toddler. What do toddlers do with food? They eat what they want, when
they want and how much they want. I would become a toddler.
I pondered on this brainstorm for two
days, looking for flaws, thinking it through. I set up one rule but
only one because food rules is one of my unhealth-food-behavior
triggers (see above). I decided to only eat what I wanted.
I don't know if people with health
relationships with food can even possibly conceive of how phenomenal
and monumental this idea was to me.
The magic of this experiment was that
all food was given a level playing field. A taco held no more
desirability than a carrot stick because I could have either whenever
I wanted. A carrot stick held no more value than a taco because I was
not making food decisions based on nutrition. Desire was my only
criteria. Want my only yardstick. When I stripped food of its power
over me, I saw it as it really is. Raw and naked and powerless in its
original form.
I haven't learned so much about myself
in a very long time.
I realized that a lot of the time I ate
because I was “supposed to”.
I ate breakfast because it was good for
me, even if I wasn't hungry. I ate when someone offered me something,
to be courteous, even if I didn't want it. I learned that I really
don't get hungry until about 10am. So shoot me.
I realized that I don't love sweets.
In our society sweets are a treat. We
give them as rewards (toddlers going potty) and gifts (Teacher
Appreciation Day), to show affection (Valentine's Day), bring comfort
(ice cream for a sad friend). But when I made all the candy around me
available, free for the taking and no longer bad or a guilty
pleasure...I almost never wanted it.
I don't always know what I want.
Particularly for the first 10 days I
often went hungry – I simply did not know what I wanted. I would
recognize I was hungry, stand in my kitchen, ask myself “what do I
want?” and not know. Here's a funny story about learning to assess
want. Around day 3 I thought I wanted a candy. So I opened a KitKat
bar. I ate the first, really trying to taste it and ask myself if it
was hitting the spot. It wasn't. But somewhere in my head I couldn't
believe that. So I ate the second bar. Nope. Didn't taste right. How
could a KitKat NOT be the treat solution?! It was unheard of. I was
in denial and ate the third. The flavor was all wrong! I couldn't
believe it but it was true. So I put the 4th bar away. An
hour later I thought, “Hm, I think a KitKat is what I want now,”
I ate the last bar and it was like a symphony on my tongue. No
kidding.
Bite 10 can be amazing and bite 11
nearly repulsive.
I was working on some pasta, enjoying
my lunch when suddenly I no longer desired it. “But! But! It is a
waste to leave the last few bites! I can just finish it off!” So I
took another nibble and gained no pleasure from it. As I pondered
over this I realized that my body was telling me “I AM FULL! STOP!”
I have spent decades ignoring that voice. When I dedicated myself to
only eating what I wanted, I learned that my body can and will tell
me when I have had enough...and it isn't when my plate is empty.
Sometimes I wasn't hungry, I was
thirsty.
I drink a lot of water so I didn't
think this phenomenon would apply to me, but since we aren't camels
the human body can become dehydrated pretty quickly.
I life fruit.
But good fruit. It must be ripe.
Nothing beats a perfect peach.
I like good food.
Quality food. Rich food. Cream and
butter are my friends. I can enjoy almost any food if it is well
prepared. Boxed food is 'food-like product' to me and did not taste
right in my mouth.
In an emotionally stressful state, food
was almost never the answer.
I recall one distinct phone
conversation that resulted in feelings of stress and distress. I
started looking around the kitchen for a fix. I stopped and reviewed
all the sugary carby fatty offerings. I imagined myself biting into
each option. I processed how I would feel afterward (to determine
which one I really wanted) and realized (with somewhat of a shock)
that they were not the solution to my problem. Maybe just
distractions? Food would not make my problems go away. In all my
years I don't think I have ever before really walked myself through
this reality. I just ate when stressed.
I see now that my body can live well on
far fewer calories than I thought it needed.
And I'll tell you because I'm sure
you're wondering...Though I gained much of value from this
experiment, I did not gain a single pound over the 6 weeks. That's
right. I literally ate anything and everything I wanted, but ONLY
what I REALLY wanted, and I gained no weight.
So maybe, maybe. If we listen. Really
really listen. Our bodies can tell us what we need, what we desire,
what will make us feel good, what it needs to keep functioning. If we
really listen. Before you take your next bite give it a try. Stop and
ask yourself, “Do I really want this?”