No Eating After Dinner Challenge: Day 4
Holy Doritos Batman!
It’s a good thing I have a sweet tooth because otherwise I would be more than tempted by the snacks my husband eats. He’s not the biggest fan of sweets so we don’t worry about stealing each other’s foods.
The Oreos are all mine. (Yes, I have a problem).
This last full moon was a doozy because I’m pretty sure my kids went total Hulk on me the last couple days. I’ve become hyper aware of the moon phases because the full moons turn my children a little (lot) bit psycho. Making me go a little (lot) on edge. Especially at bedtime.
Enter night time eating.
I lost count of how many times I had to stop and tell myself to breathe so I didn’t go crazy either. I’ve got this calming thing down because I didn’t even break a sweat when I heard that one of my children bit another one.
Wolverine would have been proud of him.
Once I got everyone settled down, I collapsed on the stairs to regroup before relaxing for the evening. I had to get my head on straight otherwise my go to instinct would have taken me directly to the pantry in search of an Oreo to eat away my feelings.
I stuck with the intention I set knowing I would feel better physically if I listened to my head. And I really do feel great in my body and about myself in the morning.
I’ll admit it, I’ve been jealous of my husband’s metabolism for years. We have been together for nearly two decades and over that period of time he has maybe fluctuated 5-10 pounds while still eating whatever he wants. I’m sitting here shaking my head in disbelief in the difference in our bodies.
Note to self: you have grown and birthed four babies.
The thing that makes the biggest difference is FOCUS. I’ve never once heard him complain about his body, his clothes, the food he eats or even get the sense that he cares about the way he looks. It’s not something men typically do. Sure, some but from my experience with this particular breed of man is that he could care less and this is why he doesn’t gain weight.
Unlike his female counterpart who has been focused on food and body image for most of her life. I know what I am eating all day and when my next meals are because I have them timed out. I know how much I should put on my plate. I know to drink water, take vitamins and make sure to not eat too much. These things are ingrained into my brain because taking care of my body is what I’ve been told to do my whole life so I can look a certain way and be comfortable in my skin.
I would love to adopt the mentality of my husband. Not necessarily the eat whatever you want part because I still want to properly fuel my body. Instead I want to take the focus off my relationship with food and how it effects my body. Turning the focus to what I love about my body and my awesome non-physical parts.