Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Listening to My Body
I really wanted these evil little things to work out.
I used to love No Bake cookies. And while they can be made with coconut oil instead of butter, quite successfully, I really wanted to make them without any added oil. I melted chocolate chips and mixed them with peanut butter, with some sweeteners, and vanilla.
They tasted good. They set up nicely. My kids ate'em up. I probably ate three in the afternoon, and three around dinner. They gave me a stomach ache when I ate them, but I ate them anyway.
And woke up with a raging tummy. Let's just say the oceans are tossing and turning.
Last week's Intuitive Eating post by Janae, from Bring Joy, had me thinking. It had me remembering that over a year ago I had no sense of eating intuitively. I had successfully muted my body, and after making the switch to whole foods, I realized something.
My body has a voice.
When I give it the right fuel, it will thank me. Profusely. When I give it the wrong fuel, it will let me know. With oceans, tossing and turning.
It communicates. Quite clearly.
But in order to wake that voice up from the dead, I had to make a lot of changes. Eliminate junk. First dairy and meat. Then eggs and butter. Six months later, oil. I have not been able to eat excess amounts of oil since then, without my body communicating its frustration. The transition process to whole foods made me realize that I had been smothering a very important voice for a very long time.
Yesterday it gave me warnings. When I ate cookies, it ached. When I ate my Vegetable Soup and my Pumpkin Pie Smoothie, it thanked me. I refused to be smart and listen. I lack self-control, really. When I have something in my kitchen, just sitting on the counter, staring at me, there is a %98.7364 chance I will eat it.
This morning my body decided it needed to yell. Loudly. Don't eat cookies anymore! So much for chocolate and peanut butter. My body is much happier with whole grain and fruit desserts than desserts made of chocolate and peanut butter.
I am so thankful that my body has a voice.
I do not want to mute it, ignore it. I do not want to smother it.
P.S. Thank you so much for all of your comments, lately! Now that Paul is away, I save them for reading after I put my kids to bed. It gives me something to look forward to. Instead of nothingness in an eerily silent home.