We had an interesting topic last night in the weight loss group, “A Better Weigh” that I co-facilitate with Sean Anderson and Coach Gerri Helms. Several members spoke of how they use food as a reward, and as in my last blog post referred to banking calories for that evening reward meal. So we went around the room, and asked each person to come up with a non-food reward for themselves. It was a great topic, and I got a lot out of it.
I have been thinking about this a lot. My relationship with food has more impact on my weight than the kind of food or amount I eat. I find if my relationship with food is in a good place, the rest all falls in place. Isn’t that the same, in some ways as a good marriage?
I love this Arctic Zero ice cream. It’s very low calories, and even if you eat the whole pint it is still under 150 calories. I got a nice stash of it in my freezer. I was noticing that when I plan to eat it at night after Dinner, it becomes this big reward. The big event of my evening. Then when I eat it, although I stay under my allotted amount of calories, sometimes I struggle with wanting more to eat the rest of the evening even though I am physically full. .
could this possibly be true simply because of my relationship with that ice cream? Am I making it a bigger reward and event in my day, then it disappoints when I eat it? It does not deliver the satisfaction I expect. I wanting more? Or is it like binge watching something on Netflix? When I have spent nights watching something until 3 AM, and when it is suddenly over I feel a loss, and crave something just as good to watch? Someone once asked Rockefeller how much money was enough, he replied “one more dollar”.
Putting something so high on a pedestal that it makes you believe it will bring happiness and satisfaction is a pipe dream. Joy, contentment and happiness comes from within. When my relationship with food is alined correctly, I actually enjoy what I am eating much more. My expiations are not so high that I am setting myself up for disappointment. I end up taking time to really enjoy what I am eating. I read someplace that we only really taste the first couple of bites of anything we eat.
This works the same for me with portions. When I bake fries in my oven, sometimes I would get way overboard and end up with them piled high on my plate. I just gobble them down quickly and do not stop to really taste them. But a couple of nights ago I carefully weighed out the appropriate amount and they were the best baked fries I have had in ages. More is not always better. More does not satisfy me in a greater way. Simple, but true.
Afterwards, I am so much more satisfied. My mind is not obsessive anymore. It’s almost magical. contentment is a powerful thing. Happiness and Joy are wonderful, but contentment is everlasting. I strive to be content with what I eat today and not expect it to be the biggest event of my day. Life is meant to be enjoyed, not based on what I am planning to eat.