Acknowledging a Pattern: Relief Eating
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Yesterday, after a nice breakfast out at our favorite breakfast café, I waved off the most challenging houseguests ever with a smile on my face and a plea to the universe to not bring them back this way any time soon. And then I spent the rest of the day reclaiming our home and eating my way through the leftovers and snacks and whatever else I could find in my kitchen.
I recognized what I was doing, so I wasn't in a binge-y trance. Food that we don't normally keep on hand had made its way into our house. I noted that the blueberry pie from the farmers market was way too sweet for my taste, but that didn't stop me from eating it (flaky, buttery crust, by the way). Our guests had turned up their noses at the good cheese, but I think good cheese is one of life's greatest pleasures, so I had a taste (or three). More for me! An open bag of Gardettos...I do love those rye rounds. Some Rainier cherries (fruit, I can justify that one). Oh, there was that half-a-can of cashews that I'd used for the spinach salad. And after all that salt, I had to have a couple of squares of my Theo dark chocolate. Except for the glorious cheese, none of it was satisfying, and it's not often (or ever) I say that about Rainiers and Theo chocolate.
That was yesterday.
Today, I'm back to my normal eating, recognizing that yesterday is behind me, and trying to let it go.
Relief (release?) eating. This is a not something new to me. I can be mindful at a party or an event, or out at a buffet, or on vacation, or even when dining out with friends -- making good choices, taking a taste or two, feeling good about what I'm eating. But afterward, once I'm home, I often look for "a little something" (as my mother used to say), almost as a reward for "being good." Huh.
I have the knowledge and tools to change this behavior, and I would say I am successful about 80% of the time. This was not one of those times.