I’ve never liked having people tell me what to eat. In fact,
most times when they have I’ve simply turned around and done the opposite. This
was especially true as a teen. The more people told me to eat healthy foods,
the more I found ways to get junk food and sweets. (I often wonder what would
have happened if they had tried reverse psychology and told me to eat unhealthy
foods.)
Yet despite this, I still sometimes struggle with being my
own authority and deciding for myself what’s right for me and my body. Even
after eleven years of maintaining weight loss, I sometimes find myself counting
calories, or spending way too much time considering the nutritional breakdown
of my food, or struggling with the voice in my head saying, “You shouldn’t be
eating so much.”
I do this even though I know it never ends well, and lately
I’ve been trying to figure out why.
Sometimes it feels simpler. After all, if I just eat x
number of calories, or y number of nutrients, if I only eat the amounts I’m
“supposed” to, I don’t have to think about why I feel like eating, or if I’m
actually hungry, or any of that. I can just follow orders. On days when life is
coming unglued and dealing with the fallout seems to take all my energy, it’s
kind of nice not to have to think. What I lose sight of in that equation is the
energy spent following those orders and fighting what my body is telling me.
Another reason is being disconnected from my body. This
happened more often when I was heavier and wanted to disavow my physical self,
pretend it had nothing to do with the real me. In those situations, actually
noticing what my body needed and wanted, or how it reacted to certain foods, or
how hungry or full it was – that all seemed alien to me. I never paused to
consider how someone living outside of my body could possibly know what was
best for it and me. Oh, maybe in a general way they could make some guesses,
but for my exact, specific situation on any given day? Not so much.
It can also be scary to go against the flow. I spent so many
years feeling like an outsider because of my weight, always being the odd one
out, that the sense of “normalcy” that comes with being thin is oddly heady. I
want to pretend, sometimes, that I’m just an average woman, no reason to look
at me oddly. And while mindful eating is starting to become more familiar to
people, it still feels unusual at times to pause and really focus on what’s
going on and what I truly want, or to tell someone that’s what I’m doing. Of
course, I forget that pretending, denying who I truly am, causes other
heartache.
I don’t know how much this will help the next time I feel
inclined to pay attention to someone else’s voice. But I hope it will, so that
I can remember to cut through the noise and focus on my voice, my body,
because being my own authority – in food and elsewhere – is what will
ultimately lead me to where I want to go.
Note: For more
information on mindful eating and/or becoming your own authority, consider the
Am I Hungry? Mindful Eating program. You can find more information at www.AmIHungry.com or visit my website.
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