There’s something scary about learning how to stop eating before you’re completely full.
It’s one of those things that takes year and years of practice and yet, even when you have it down, you still somehow have to remind yourself to slow down and stay mindful of what you’re putting into your body. It’s not as simple as just putting down your fork and feeling “done.”
No. It’s scary, uncomfortable, and requires complete honesty with yourself , and let’s be serious here, who the hell wants to do that?
See, the reason we don’t put down our fork or stop eating before we feel sick is because all anyone ever wants in life is to feel full. Full of hope. Full of love. Full of laughter. Full of anything that makes us feel alive and if we’re not getting it from ourselves, then I guess the very next best thing is to just fill ourselves full with food.
But what would happen if you slowed down? How uncomfortable would it make you feel to not finish your meal? What if you truly listened to your body?
It took me a very long time to understand my body and feel completely okay with putting my fork down even if it meant that some people would stare at me weirdly.
I kept trying to please others and fill a void of mine by finishing everything on my plate just to feel bloated and sick after. I didn’t want to be the only person eating less. I didn’t want to feel bored. I didn’t want to my friends and family to look at me weird. And I definitely didn’t want to sit with my thoughts without a cookie in hand.
I don’t know when it exactly changed for me, but over the last two years or so, I’ve come to the conclusion that every single person works differently. If my body doesn’t agree with me about eating late dinners or completely clearing my plate of food than why would I do that?
Besides, I’m a pain in the ass when I have a stomach ache and I never feel good about myself when I’m too full or eat dinner too late.
And yeah, maybe some people have an issue with it and think my habits are somewhat a little too structured, but you know what? I’m the one that goes home with me at the end of every single day.
It’s my stomach ache and my body, so unless or until we share one, I’m going to do whatever makes me feel the healthiest and the best.
So practice putting your fork down and try really hard not to just eat a late dinner because you think your friends will judge you if you don’t eat at 9pm with them.
Be mindful. Be patient. But but most of all, be kind. And not just to others, but to yourself.
That’s where it all begins.
Break the weight,