So today I get home from work and decide to make myself a breakfast dinner. I am starving by the time I get home because I didn’t eat much at work. I make a 2 egg spinach omelet, 1 pc. of toast, 4 strips of bacon and 1 hashbrown pattie. I made the meal in silence to be aware of how I felt while cooking this food in particular. I felt excited because I knew it would taste good, but I noticed that I kept trying to turn on the television. My focus kept drifting to how I felt lonely and thought the tv would make me feel better and BINGO! It hit me like a ton of bricks that I eat because I feel lonely.
It goes back to childhood. I grew up as an only child and had to spend a lot of my time alone. My parents did they best that they could, but unfortunately while they wanted to party, I ate. Food and the tv became my friends. I wanted nothing more than a sibling, but due to life circumstances I grew up alone.
Part of this void exists because I do have a brother. He passed away when he was a baby and I was 3 years old. Although I don’t have much recollection of him, I know I’ve grown up feeling a terrible sense of loss and isolation. I feel unjustly titled as an only child, because I wasn’t, but by fate, I became one.
Knowing something like this is powerful because it allows me to be aware of this unmet need for companionship. Rather than eat, or eat junkie foods, I’m going to focus on the things I can do that help heal that pain. And I definitely know stuffing myself full of food isn’t going to doing anything but make me feel worse.
It should be noted that I actually tasted my food for the first time while doing this awareness exercise. I loved the omelet, but the bacon and hashbrown are not as good as I previously had known these foods to be. They tasted more like chemicals than anything.
Eventually I’ll be to a point where I only choose foods that make me feel good, but for now I have to know what those foods are. I’m afraid that I’ve been shoveling food down my gullet to alleviate pain and it’s quite possible I never knew what these foods ever tasted like. And that’s what I call mindless eating!
So this experience was definitely a step in the positive direction. I know that as I continue on this journey, one day food will become just that.
FOOD is FUEL and nothing more!
Peace, Love and Bananas