By the end of the second month of living diet and restriction free, I thought I had it in the bag. I loved NOT thinking about food for the first time in my life. I marveled at the memories of being preoccupied with food above all else…but not feeling drawn to that any more. I started to get a glimpse of what it felt like to be truly functional with food. To eat for enjoyment and satisfaction. I got through Thanksgiving without a blip and wasn’t worried about the rest of the holiday season at all.
Until…(dun, dun, DUN) Christmas Cookies.
I started baking holiday cookies with my mother as far back as I can remember. It became a warm and delicious memory that I carried with me into adulthood and also share now with my own kids. There are always those butter cut-out cookes with the heavy white icing and sprinkles, the gingerbread men, the molasses crinkles and of course the chocolate chip. I especially enjoyed baking them this year because I knew I had permission to enjoy them also. However, I didn’t realize I would have to contend with a food-specific phobia at the same time.
As a child, the cookies we were allowed to consume were strictly rationed out. Tupperware containers full of them were stacked high near the holidays and my brother and I were only allowed one or two per day…that is if we didn’t have any other type of dessert during that time. I think that’s where it began…that slow realization cookies were somehow “bad” and even though we were allowed them during this time of year, they had to be restricted. The funny thing is, I now allow my children to eat as many as they want…and they freely choose only one or two – sometimes none! To them, these cookies are a bit of a fun novelty and something that tastes good when you really want one, but nothing more. Imagine that!
As I got older and moved out on my own, I would bake my own Christmas cookies, but binge on them and gain huge amounts of weight every holiday season. It’s no wonder…I wasn’t allowed to eat as many as I wanted for the first 20 years. I ALWAYS wanted more, and when I had the chance, I ate them all!
As my diet addiction grew, I would diet almost all the way through the holidays…for years. I knew if I didn’t keep a stranglehold on my eating, that it would be all over. I might take one free day…Christmas day, and I would always eat myself sick. Finally, just last year, I grew to trust myself so little, that I was completely sugar and grain free from Thanksgiving through New Years. Not a bite of a cookie, not a single Chocolate bell or bite of mashed potatoes.
Even though I now know I can eat cookies, this year I started noticing that the more cookies I baked and had around the house, the more I became focused on them. I ate less and less of them…BUT, (being the curious, observant IE-er that I am now) I saw that I started to eat other foods in a binging manner. I also started to feel more bloated and heavy. As I started to feel more physically uncomfortable, I began to judge my body more and subsequently started focusing on food outside of my normal hunger. I started wanting to eat all the time….and those cookies began to have that obsessive quality in my mind again.
What was I doing wrong? I was letting myself eat the cookies…finally.
I finally realized that even though I was eating the cookies, I was still judging them. My tiny amount of intuitive eating experience couldn’t stand up to years upon years of believing that cookies were the devil…and instantly fattening. I know better now, but it may take until next Christmas for that belief to truly sink in. I’m ok with that.
Happy holidays all, and…………………….