So I discovered something interesting today that I believe is a contributer to my weight struggles. A small habit really, instilled during childhood, such a minuscule little tidbit that it flies low beneath the radar. And without even knowing it, I found myself continuing the cycle.
What is this habit of which I speak?
"Finish your food."
"Clean your plate."
"You're being wasteful."
"You can't be excused from the table until you finish."
Sound familiar? The "don't throw food away because it's wasteful so therefore you force yourself to eat it" habit. Even if you're full you still eat it.
3ft and I were eating lunch today. He was having chicken nuggets and I was having a turkey sandwich. He'd only eaten one nugget and drank his milk when he announced he was full. I started telling him how wasteful it was to not finish his food and that he should eat more when I stopped myself. Full is full. One nugget or four if you're done eating, you should stop.
I let him excuse himself from the table and stared at his plate. The urge to eat it myself was overwhelming. Not because I was hungry. I wasn't. I'd finished my lunch and was satisfied. But the idea of throwing away the food was almost painful to me. I then started thinking of how many meals I had finished for 3ft to avoid throwing food away.
More than I want to admit.
This was it. No more. I would break the cycle.
I didn't throw the food away. I couldn't. I put it on the counter with plastic wrap over it and waited. Sure enough around 2pm, 3ft announced he was hungry. Instead of getting a snack I told him he had to eat his lunch. He ended up eating 2 1/2 more nuggets and then announced he was full again.
Now a half nugget I could throw away. And did.