A friend is having a Christmas get-together. The house is decorated, the tree is trimmed and in the middle of the room a table groans under the weight of an impressive buffet.
There’s everything you could imagine: sausage rolls, veggie vol-au-vents, smoked salmon pinwheels, stuffed peppers, bread, salads and olives, not to mention those little cheesy ball things you just can’t resist (apparently this buffet is from 1974).
In the kitchen, an array of cakes and puddings is waiting to be brought out once the savoury course is finished.
What do you do?
Continue reading “Season’s Eatings: The Buffet Tour”
You’re having dinner at a restaurant with friends. You skipped lunch so your stomach is growling like a caged beast as you examine the menu. You go to town on the bread basket and devour your starter as soon as it arrives. Now the waiter puts your main course in front of you. It’s a sizeable portion and you’ve eaten almost enough already.
What goes through your mind?
- Nothing. You pick up your knife and fork and eat until you’re finished.
- “I’ll have to eat it. If I don’t, what will people think?”
- “Diet starts again tomorrow so bring it on!”
- “I’m paying for it, so I might as well eat it, otherwise it’s a waste.”
- “But it looks so good! Also, I’ve had a tough day so I deserve it.”
Which answer leads to you feeling satisfied and thoroughly enjoying your evening?
Continue reading “How Much is Enough?”
I remember the day I wanted to give up.
I was at home. It was a warm, bright morning and sunlight was streaming into the study. I was heading towards the door but, as I passed my desk, something stopped me.
A simple thought.
“This is too hard”.
I’d worked so hard to understand my issues with food and myself but, despite my efforts, I couldn’t make enough sense of them to consistently affect my eating behaviour. Although my bingeing had stopped, I was still eating when I knew I wasn’t hungry. It felt like an impossible struggle with no way out.
Continue reading “Are You Committed to Your Destination?”
Some food has a higher nutritional content than other food. Some food is produced more ethically than other food. Neither of these facts can be disputed.
What is up for debate is how helpful it is for you psychologically and emotionally to label food as “good” or “bad”, “healthy” or “unhealthy”.
If you consider one food more off-limits or “naughty” than another, which one are you most likely to reach for when you’ve had a bad day? Or when you need a pick-me-up? Or when you want to treat yourself?
Put it another way: we don’t binge on broccoli.
Continue reading “Gentle Reminder: It’s Just Food”
Listen. Can you hear that?
That’s the sound of people everywhere falling off the New Year diet wagon.
Maybe you’re one of them.
Maybe you bought into the much-touted idea that enjoying yourself at Christmas is ‘sinful’.
Maybe you felt you must make ‘amends’ by starting some self-proclaimed diet guru’s “no fail, instant weight-loss, guaranteed results, easy 12-week eating plan”. (If I sound a bit angry, I am, because these people make my job so much harder).
Maybe you now find yourself out of control with food.
I’m sorry if that’s the case.
It’s not your fault.
Continue reading “How are You Going to Eat for the Rest of Your Life?”
“The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.”
– C. JoyBell C.
I started turning to food when I was around 12 years-old. My emotional attachment to it had begun before that but I was about 12 when I started to binge, in secret, to the point that I felt sick. As a result, I began to put on weight.
Continue reading “What is eatonomy?”
Lunchtime had ended at my primary school. I sat alone in the dining hall, apart from two teachers who stood over me. They stared resolutely at me, while I stared forlornly at a plate of cold cottage pie. Everyone else had gone out to play and I could hear the familiar noises of the playground in the distance.
I was told I couldn’t leave until I’d finished my lunch.
At 10 years old, I truly loathed cottage pie. It was My Completely and Utterly Absolutely Worst Food in the World Ever, apart from my Mum’s curried egg (sorry, Mum).
Continue reading “What Did You Learn About Food Growing Up?”