I’ve just made two delicious pizzas for my family, but there’s a problem: I don’t need to eat anything to keep going right now.
So these delicious, hot, wonderful pizzas…I’m not ready to eat them.
I’m not thrilled about this, but if I want to get into the normal BMI range I shouldn’t overeat, and by my definition eating when I can otherwise keep going is overeating.
They smell really good…
But what’s actually so bad about this situation? The food smells good. It probably tastes good. It would be pleasant to eat it.
Am I so lacking pleasures in life that I would rather ignore my body’s guidance than find something else to do?
Am I trying to hide from feelings of boredom, loneliness or dissatisfaction by gorging on tasty food?
Or do I feel like I’ve been on duty all day and dinner is supposed to be my time to relax!
I think that’s a big part of it. It’s not so much the food but the context. The time of day, the lull in activities, the proximity to bedtime for the kids and me, the promise of winding down.
But there’s something funny about that: if I look forward to the evening “wind down”, I’m implicitly excusing being wound up in the rest of the time.
I don’t like being wound up and tense and on high alert. Having the wind-down time seems like a reprieve…but wouldn’t it be better not to get so tense in the first place?
Maybe taking away the solace and comfortable escape of overeating at dinner time will help me find a way to stay chilled all the time?
I’m going to give it a try, because I respect my approach to diet and the signals my body is giving me. If I don’t need more food to keep going, then I won’t eat more food.
I already feel clearer with this decision and the stress of losing the escapist comfort is fading. I don’t need to eat to feel better.