Kittens, for the past few months I’ve been struggling on-and off-again with the idea of Intuitive Eating.
To hear the way some healthy living bloggers preach it, Intuitive Eating involves some sort of healthy feasting free-for-all in which at the precise moment hunger strikes, you’ll hear a little voice in your ear whispering You want a half-sandwich on toasted, day-old hemp bread with white cheddar, superfruit spread and arugula. Don’t forget the segmented blood orange on the side.
Don’t get me wrong, that’s all right and good. Power to the people, free expression, do what works for you and all that stuff.
But truth be told, I’d go so far as to say that the only time I’m particularly expert at Intuitively Eating is when I’m confronted with a plate of french fries.
I assume a defensive position and devour them.
So, with the reality being that french fries aren’t a staple of my diet (as much as I would like for them to be), what helps me to get closer to true, honest-to-goodness Intuitive Eating?
Predictability. Is essential. I mean this on several different levels. Sometimes there are food ruts you REALLY don’t need to break. For example: the delicious salad I brought to work every day for lunch this summer. It involved roasted red potatoes, sweet corn, tomatoes, green beans, beets, red onions, cucumbers (all from Gregor Farms) and goat cheese over a bed of romaine.
That, right there is the sort of arrangement that takes you places.
Usually for breakfast, I crave a bowl of oats with peanut butter and assorted toppings (depending on the season) or a fried egg sandwich on a whole wheat english muffin with a few slices of cheddar cheese.
The secret recipe? Protein+carbs in the morning=a Kat that can enjoy her morning free of hanger.
Sometimes being boring can be a path to contentment.
Deliciousness. In my world, there is no such thing as an unsavory meal. I mean, yes, there was a time where I’d jubilantly eat a plate of cardboard. Or seven.
But I’m kind of done with that.
If it isn’t 11/10, I say no. If you’re ravenous, wandering an airport, fine. Settle. But contrary to popular belief, when it comes to feasting, more often than not the grass IS greener on the other side.
Routine. Keeps me on-track. I don’t manically calorie count or food journal anymore, but I definitely have calorie-ranges that I try to stay within for breakfast and lunch. They’re not at all limiting, but they definitely allow me to enjoy a little more in the evening and make sure that NOTHING is off-limits.
Since I have a major (and totally irrational) fear of hunger, declaring open season on all foods once I’m home has done worlds for me.
Plus, I found that it was FAR too easy to derail my healthy eating for the day when I was snacking on treats that co-workers would leave out in the lunchroom.
To summarize: Anything that saves me from self-sabotage is worth embracing.
Indulgence. The fun part about healthy living and
healthy Intuitive Eating? You get to eat some pretty awesome things. Like dark chocolate. Wine. Cheese. Real Butter. Bread. Salads the size of your head. French fries.
When I stopped bombarding myself with mountains of non-fat cheese (hello, plastic), 100 calorie-style packages, I can’t believe it’s not butter! (actually, I can) and diet sodas (drink them if you will, my crusade is my own), I realized I could start living again.
And let’s be honest with ourselves, kittens. Eating normal portions of real food is a whole heck of a lot more satisfying.
Are you an Intuitive Eater?
Would you like to see a healthy living page on Tenaciously Yours,?
Not that I really know what I’d slap up on it, but if it would be useful to y’all, I’ll get on it. I am after all, the girl that runs for cupcakes first, a hot bod second and fitness last.