Ok so I know this is the third (or fourth??) post in a row about food. Can you tell it’s on my mind? A friend made a good point when she noted how we feel when we’re told we can’t have something… It feels like it’s constantly on your mind. what is it about the forbidden?
What has really struck me though is not how much I’m thinking about food I’m trying to avoid (though I am thinking about it quite a lot) but how little I thought about the chocolate/cake/biscuits/crisps I was consuming when nothing was off limits. It like it didn’t even register. And when something doesn’t register, you can’t keep track and so it’s crazy easy to work your way through a giant bar of Dairy milk or a giant size bag of Walkers Sensations. It’s just too easy to do it.
If nothing else this whole thing has made me so aware of what I am eating. And how much I am eating. I have this thing about being intentional. I want to be intentional with my time. I want to be intentional with my money. I want to be intentional with my relationships. Because being intentional necessitates prior-thinking and care. There’s no blagging it. There’s no coasting. There’s no taking it for granted. So if I’m intentional with food then I’m thinking about it. I’m caring about it. Not over thinking – there can be too much of a good thing – but just keeping everything on the radar.
Last night I broke off three triangles of toblerone and took them to bed with me (lets just say that there are some time’s when women need chocolate…). Because I’ve stood back from all things that make me put weight on, this was a huge treat for me. I was seriously apreciating it. And in complete honesty I satisfied my longing for something sweet half way through the second triangle (you should have seen how slowly I was eating it). Old habits die hard though and I continued nibbling away, finishing off that piece. And I really regretted it! Honestly! Not because I thought I was going to hell for gluttony, but because I felt a little yuk. That third triangle sat, in it’s foil, until I took it downstairs this morning. A few weeks ago I would have eaten a good half of a big bar of toblerone without thought.
But I’m refusing to believe that that will be the only thing I take from this season of eating/thinking about food (can you tell I hate the word diet?!). There’s no specific deadline for my weight loss – there’s no event that I need to squeeze into a certain little black dress. I don’t mind too much if it comes off slowly. It just needs to come off. By the grace of God no-one has congratulated me on my ‘baby bump’ – but I know that if I don’t flatten my midrif it’s going to happen sooner rather than later!
I’m almost certain (you never know) that I won’t ever become a health-food fanatic. I’m not crazy about seeds and…..what else to healf-food fanatics eat? mushy green ‘smoothies’? Plus, I just like chocolate and cake too much. Meals wise I don’t mind sticking to the Slimming world plan completeley for the rest of my life. For me, it’s everything in between. I’ll never be able to give up sugar. I kinda don’t want to, if I can make it a treat that I can really appreciate. I mean could you imagine a world without Cupcakes or Marsbar cake?