Day 13! Seventeen more to go! After I got home from subbing today, I really, really wanted a cookie. Not in a desperate way, but in a happy/sad sort of way. I thought it would be nice to sit back with one of those totally fake cookies they sell at the store. You know the ones. They are sugar cookies with super bright, thick frosting and sprinkles. I'm sure there isn't any real food in them, but I do like the texture and taste. Instead, I had some chicken and a hard-boiled egg.
It's just incredible how food is weaved into our lives. When we are happy, we want a treat. When sad, something yummy to cheer to us. On the weekend, something fun, like pizza. Game night? Chips and dips. Relaxing in the evening? A glass of wine. Part of the whole30 for me is becoming more aware of how food is intertwined in my daily life and realizing the patterns. I can not eat on autopilot. If I want a snack, I have to get out the cookbook and see what I can make. Sometimes, that's too much effort and realize I'm not that hungry after all.
Ideally, replacing the unhealthy stuff with healthy treats that I love would be great. I'm not there yet. I still would prefer to have a cookie than, say, spinach. ( I do appreciate that I am eating all real foods, though. I have more than two weeks left. I think I'll try to branch out to some new foods and new snacks and see how it goes.
I remember when I came home from a disasterous vacation. I was very
ReplyDeleteill and coughing up my lungs. My friend picked me up at the airport and after checking to see I was not in any danger of eminent death, told me she was taking me to get something to eat "What do you want?" she asked.
I croaked out "comfort food."
We ended up at Francis Xavier and I can't remember what I got except that it had some mashed potatoes and gravy.
Simple, warm and comforting, it went down easy.
So yeah I get what you are saying, we attac food and emotion or activity together. Shoot, I came to your house and we ate a meal together. The breaks were important during RCIA because thats when people TALKEd to each other, all happy sort food.
No wonder a piece of chicken and a hard boiled egg wouldn't do it. On top of it, that sounded like a lonely sort of snack.