For those of you that may not be aware I am battling some serious food issues on my path to becoming a healthier person. I spent years living as the Overindulgence Queen with a sugar addiction that would make Willy Wonka blush. My first year teaching I made a soup sized bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough for dessert every night. After that I discovered that you can mix boxed Funfetti cake with just a bit of milk for a quick and delicious cake batter treat (Seriously! Who thinks of that?). I could easily eat an entire gallon of ice cream, I wish I was joking, and if today were my last day to live it would involve a jar of cream cheese frosting (cake optional).
Needless to say feeling that I am entitled to dessert, crazy, fattening, decadent dessert after every single meal has been something I have been working on as I journey down my road to fitness. Do I still have desserts sometimes? Yes. However, they are way more controlled and smaller (therefore lower calorie) than they used to be. I have learned that an occasional Greek yogurt bar can still be satisfying and, at 75 calories, much better for me than a 1,000+ calorie cookie dough or frosting splurge.
I will admit though this is probably the hardest part of this healthy living journey. I love working out and willingly do that on my own, but making myself eat healthy, making myself calm down on the sweets.
That is a constantly battle. Luckily it is one I am currently winning because I am working very hard to be aware of what I put in my body.
However, where did this desire to engulf certain foods come from?
Was it something in the way I was raised? – or- The people I surround myself with?
I have to believe that some of it was learned behavior after this awesome incident:
Flash back to restaurant week at 82 Queen with my parents-
They waitress brings out the dessert and my mom and I both easily finish our key lime pie; however, my dad still has 2/3 of his pecan pie left. Earlier he had requested a box, but before the waitress could bring it my mom ate all his leftover brisket and greens. So now the box just holds the brisket fat for Lucky (the most spoiled 11 year old dog ever) and my father places the remainder of his pecan pie on top. Yes, their dog is so spoiled that my dad is planning on feeding him pecan pie and brisket fat for breakfast along with his normal dry food. FYI – Lucky LOVES restaurant week.
However, before we can even make it out of 82 Queen my mom is already salivating over the idea of the pecan pie. She tells my father he better give it to Lucky tonight so she doesn’t eat it when they get home. My dad explains that it is sitting on top a bed of greasy, fat. This doesn’t seem to phase my mom. She rationalizes that she will just eat the top part that hasn’t touched the fat. My dad teases her, she begin to crack and cave into her desire for more pie. She asks him to please shake the box up so the fat touches the entire piece and she can’t eat it. (Shades of me running and dumping a box of chocolates upside down in the dumpster so I could not get to them – restraint issues!) He laughs, but doesn’t follow her directions. She comes up with a compromise. Give it to the dog for breakfast like my father wants, but prepare the dog’s breakfast bowl tonight so she can’t eat it.
When I left them to return to my house I was pretty sure she would dive into the back seat half way into their drive home and demolish the brisket fat soaked pecan pie right there in the car using her fingers. She was eying it like a addict jonesing for a fix and lets be real I’ve been there. (I once pulled a cream cheese frosting container out of the trashcan the next day because it still had the lid on it and therefore had not technically touched the trash. And yes, I ate the rest of the jar. Desperate times, before I started on this journey, sad, desperate times.) The only reason I know mom didn’t satisfy her pie craving. An email from my parents two days later that read: “Just picked up a Lucky poop with an entire pecan in it. Proof he got to eat the pie.”
What your parents don’t send you emails about their dogs poo?
I think this proves some of my sweet craving ridiculousness and my lack of food restraint may come from my mother. Thanks mom – food issues and a flat butt! Score:( Luckily she did give me a pretty rockstar sense of humor, so I guess I’ll forgive her.
Do you believe any of your good or bad food habits were inherited?
Have you ever had a ridiculously desperate food moment? (Like digging icing out of the trash of dumping chocolates upside down in a public dumpster so you couldn’t eat them. Stuff like that pretty much makes me sound bat crap crazy!)