It is Saturday morning and rather than talking about day 4, which was basically just like day 3, I figured I’d look back on this process and journey and what I’ve learned about myself and food.
I’ve had a running joke the last few years that I only eat 12 things. That really isn’t that far from the truth. My family grew up lower middle class. My parents were never married and I was raised primarily by my grandparents and my Aunt. We had welfare food and from an early age I remember just not like very much because most of it tasted like sand. I was a skinny kid and it was always a challenge when I was somewhere that wasn’t home, to find things to eat. As a teenager I started to like and consume in mass quantities fast food and easy food, because it was easy and it actually tasted good to me. I had a therapist once talk about how I learned the majority of my relationship skills as a child and they would be tough to “unlearn”. I guess my bad relationship with food started there too.
Over the years my palate has improved but my eating habits really have not. Lots of starch, lots of carbs, and lots of sugar…then you sprinkle in a pile of caffeine on top of it and you have a molotov cocktail of fat and sloppy at age 40. I’ve always said I didn’t really like the gym and I don’t stick to running plans unless there is a race. I think some of the problem might be that I was trying to fly a jet plan with 87 octane fuel.
EATING IS FUN
People love to sit around the table with friends and family and eat. It is an event. People buy houses because of the cool kitchen or the way you can entertain your friends and family. People have date night at restaurants and have family events with cookouts and pot luck dinners. People grab hot dogs and pizza at ballparks because it is a habit and its part of what makes it fun. And it should be fun, but I think that some of the convenience and fun of eating has slanted my personal relationship with food.
I’m far from an anatomy and physiology scholar or a biologist, but I have learned a little over the past few weeks about how the body works. The reality is that I have done a terrible job of taking care of myself. It shows on the scale, it shows in my complexion, and it shows in my energy level. Now I’m not saying that I’ve done it all wrong my whole life, because for the most part I’m a pretty happy dude. Maybe, just maybe, I’ve been off in my food relationship as well.
I’ve got a pile of relationship theories that I have used to help advise friends over the years (and yes Doctors make the worse patients). One of the things I’ve always believed is that, just like in sales, you must negotiate from a position of strength rather than a position of weakness. Successful relationships are a win-win for both parties. You give and you take but both parties have something to gain from the interaction. The relationship I’ve had with food has not been from a position of strength. I have eaten convenient, easy, processed meals that make me happy but really aren’t giving my body what it craves. I truly think that because that is what I ate, it is what I’ve continued to eat. I think that I’ve taught my body, over the years, that when I’m hungry to eat some junk.
I guess I didn’t realize I had this much to say. So I guess I will break this thing up into parts so people can actually digest it.