So I’m getting ready for my spinning class (not that kind of spinning, Rob…) and I made myself “dinner for breakfast” – NY Strip loin steak and fiddleheads. I had some laundry going, I was knitting on a sock, and messing around on the computer, so I wasn’t focusing much on eating. After half the steak and a few fiddleheads, I noticed I wasn’t really hungry anymore. But I KEPT. EATING. I ate most of the steak and about 3/4 of the fiddleheads before really cluing into the fact that HEY DUMBASS, YOU’RE NOT HUNGRY! WHY ARE YOU EATING?
I think I have a tendency to prepare way more food than I need to be eating – and in many cases, way more than I’m hungry for. And then? Then I don’t want to have to deal with the leftovers, so I just keep eating it until it’s gone.
Today, I ate more than I should have because I didn’t want to put it away and because I wasn’t paying attention to my food or my body. I pushed the plate away, but it was still sitting in front of me while I did other things. I REALLY wasn’t hungry anymore, and I actually feel kind of overly full now, so I picked the plate up, walked into the kitchen, put some plastic wrap over the plate and stuck it in the fridge. This small thing, this tiny thing that most people take for granted, was a HUGE step for me. I can’t tell you the last time I put leftovers in the fridge. It’s just not something I’m conditioned to do.
Go me 🙂