Some who see me now say, “Wow, you lost a lot of weight. I wanna lose some pounds too. How’d you do it? Tell me what to do.” So I go through the whole spiel about how I keep track of what I eat by counting my calories and weighing my food, etc… and I already know what’s coming, usually it’s “Oh, I ain’t doing all that!” Well I guess you don’t really want to lose weight then, do you? Or it’s way down there on your priority list. Can I have my 5 minutes back now? (Just kidding, everybody knows I love talking about myself, LOL)
Another one I hear is “I love food too much.” What? I don’t love food? Of course I do, in fact I love it now more than ever, I savor every bite, every spoonful. I use all my senses when I am eating. It must please the eyes before it pleases the stomach. I hear the sounds of the cooking and the sounds of the fork hitting my plate. The smell of the different foods, the meat, the vegetables, the spices all coming together in a sensory symphony of aromas. The touch of the different textures in my mouth and on my tongue. And finally the tastes of all the components in my dinner, either individually or all together, I savor each & every bite.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s really the food they are enjoying or the stuff they put on top of it. I see the spoonfuls of sugar going into the coffee, the saltshaker getting a workout over their plates, the fries being drowned in ketchup, their sandwiches dripping with mayonnaise. Butter, creamy salad dressings, cream cheese, dipping sauces. Seems like everything has to be salty, real sweet, or fatty in order to “enjoy” it.
I’ve gotten used to a lot of things over the years, like black coffee. I used to drink it with milk & sugar until a doctor suggested using Skim milk… that was horrible and so I stopped using milk altogether, and I didn’t like the sugar in the black coffee, so I gave that up too, now I can’t drink it any other way, except black, no sugar. I’ve gotten used to oatmeal, just plain, and Turkey on whole wheat with no condiments, egg whites, plain vegetables. I’ve learned to love broccoli, cooked or raw. It’s amazing what we can get used to and enjoy to the fullest. But if my mom makes homemade gravy, I will enjoy that too. Probably now more than ever.
I can allow myself a cheat meal once a week, or a cheat day once a month. At this time I choose not to, because there’s no reason to, no occasion to, I’ll save my cheat meal for the holidays or other special occasions. Or a cheat month in Germany... hmmm Beer & Bratwurst & Schnitzel & Kartoffelklossen, now that would be a special occasion. LOL
Another thing I’ve gotten used to is having beer & alcohol in the house and not drinking it, that would have never happened in the past.
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