I love food. I love eating. It is a consistent source of pleasure in my daily routine. Unfortunately, I abuse this pleasure on a regular basis, reaching for food when I am stressed, fatigued, distracted, upset, or generally rundown. Yep, that’s right, I am an emotional eater. It’s not an easy thing for me to admit because in many ways I have a very healthy relationship with food. Ninety-five percent of the time my body craves good quality whole foods to fuel it. But even those can be abused in excess or when eaten for the “wrong” reason.
Over the last year or so I have been really working on paying attention to my hunger signals and practicing awareness while I eat. I have become a more conscious eater but I still regularly slip up and yesterday was one of those days. Breakfast on the train was very nice, I prepared rolled barley with goji berries and banana. While it “cooked” in a Tupperware I slowly ate and throughly enjoyed an Asian pear. I took a nice long time to eat my cereal, noticing as I ate that my hunger was going away and that I was satisfied but not FULL after finishing.
Lunch went downhill pretty fast. I wasn’t able to find a produce stand before getting on the train this time and so I was left with eating cup of noodles! At least I found some baked tofu to add protein. Noodles just aren’t my thing. Bread, love it. Rice and pasta I could live without. Up until this lunch I had only eaten half or less of my noodles and Tate finishes them for me, I just get bored of them and not very satisfied. Anyways, I ate all the noodles because I was worried about being hungry. I was very full after lunch but soon became “peckish” (my favorite British word) due to being overtired and completely sedentary. Throughout the afternoon I munched on food that I didn’t really need or want. Had I taken a moment to move around or distract myself from boredom I probably would have lost the desire to eat.
As I wrote about in yesterday’s post Big Saturday Night, I had a weird snacky dinner that wasn’t really satisfying or splurge worthy for that amount of calories. I probably would have been better off drinking a cup of tea and going to bed. I was feeding fatigue and stress more than true hunger.
And so I strive and struggle, sometimes gracefully and sometimes not, along this path of conscious eating. I know full well that for me this is a lifelong path, something I will continue to get better at but will always have to “practice”.
I woke up to find this article in my inbox, how appropriate! It is a good reminder of how to bring awareness to REAL HUNGER
oh, my sweet faithie. i absolutely love your blog. not only is super-informative and wonderfully personal, it gives such a colorful and clear portrait of your experiences abroad. i can totally relate to being an “emotional eater.” i think a lot of my problems, too, stem from an inability to actively apply the knowledge and desires i have regarding good food. my default is snacking and bad choices. honestly, my only saving grace is the fact that i move as much as i do.
in any event, i commend you for focus and drive. i know you probably have quite a hefty bank of fun exercises to choose from as you travel, but here’s one i’ve been doing lately that targets the whole and feels fantastic. i’ve dubbed it the spiderman push-up (you’ve probably done it, but if not, here you go!): perform a regular push-up, then bring your right knee to your side, keeping the thigh parallel to the ground; alternate legs after each push-up. imagine that you’re scaling a building to flee a supervillain and it makes it even more fun!
love your guts and can’t to talk to you when you return!
a thousand thanks! and I will add the spiderman push-up into my workout TODAY!
you’re the best.