Slow Food

Gone are the days when I could tuck two toddlers under my arms and head off to the grocery store, then shop for the week without list or having looked through a cookbook. Oh and then come home to feed them lunch, bathe them, and whip up a lasagne for dinner. However did I have the energy? And didn’t all that pasta pack on the pounds?

My secret was cigarettes. Yes I know, seems scandalous now, doesn’t it? Back then, nobody minded. We smoked in cars, houses, and restaurants with wild abandon. Ah for the good old days. Because the minute I quit smoking I (of course) gained weight. And I’ve been struggling with it and writing about that struggle ever since.

Recently I decided to stop struggling and get more mindful about the whole eating and weight issue, and just not judge myself so much. If I want lasagna for dinner, I’ll have lasagne. I’ll just do it mindfully: Day 1: Shop. Day 2: Simmer sauce. Day 3: Make casserole.

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Walking the winding mindfulness path, I remember something I learned about myself and food in Weight Watchers. I’m an emotional eater.

When I had cigarettes to soothe my frantic, sad, angry, lonely overwhelmed self, I was fine. After I quit, the feelings got shoved down with food. If I gained too much weight, and I did, often, I went on a mindless diet. I cut calories or fat or meat or carbs or sugar.  I didn’t have to think about it, I only had to be brutally strict with myself until I lost the weight and the cycle started again. Most of the diets I’ve been on worked very well for a year or two, which is when the emotional eater would burst from the confines of the latest diet and wail Why can’t I have lasagna? 

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The thing about knowing you’re an emotional eater is it doesn’t help you lose weight. In Eat.Q Susan Albers says dealing with emotional eating means upping your emotional intelligence. Huh. I always thought I had a pretty high EQ. I read other people really well. I’m tuned in and sensitive, mostly. I know myself. Turns out just not as well as I thought. For example, for most of my life I have been willfully clueless about how to effectively guide my emotions around food. That’s changing. I’ll keep you posted.

9 Comments on “Slow Food

  1. I’ve never been one to be able to cut anything completely out of my diet. Even though I’m off dairy and gluten, I will occasionally go out and get the biggest piece of cheesecake that I can find and eat it as a main meal. Deprivation has never worked for me. Emotional eating is something I’d also like to understand more so I’m looking forward to what you learn as you go. xo

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    • Emotional eating is a mind fuck is what it is:) But I’m working on understanding how to deal with it myself and will give you the scoop here very soon, Laura. But PS I don’t think you need to worry about it.

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  2. Looking forward to future posts, as I have the same affliction. The truth is, I don’t care enough about myself. I know this is the problem, but not what to do about it. Hope you have some answers, Cyn!

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  3. I am not an emotional eater, I just have a large appetite, but can I suggest chewing gum? Helps with the oral cravings. I still smoke a bit (not even every day, a pack of cigarettes just lasted me 2 months), but use nicotine chewing gum to give me that little buzz a cig used to provide. When I get that ‘grrrrr’, I have a tab of gum instead of a biscuit, and it makes it go away better, too 🙂

    If you don’t want to go down the nicotine gum route (like, if your addiction is totally dealt with), just chewing on some gum might help.

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    • That’s so funny, Terry, because I tried a piece of gum the other day. I keep it for when I’m out and about and feel I need to freshen my breath, but found out it works for “mouth hunger” too–when I’m salivating for a cookie but I just had lunch and my stomach is perfectly content. I’ve been off the nicotine 20+ years so I don’t get that craving anymore, but it was a problem for a long time. At least five years every time I smelled a lit cigarette, I wanted one!

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