The promise of "Our Biggest, Best Summer Reading List Ever!" lured me into purchasing my first copy of O magazine this weekend. I have no particularly strong feelings toward Oprah Winfrey beyond "Good for her!"
Plus, I love magazines.
"I think it's good to expand my horizons in as many different directions as possible" is my excuse for unabashedly buying random fun-seeming magazines.
In the back of the issue, Oprah mentions a book called Women, Food, and God. After reading it, she "decided to end my battle with food." Oprah writes:
"I've surrendered to what my body really wants. And I can feel the change already. Since I began giving myself permission to eat whatever my body desires, instead of what my head tells me I should have, my relationship with food has become more peaceful. I might even say joyful."
These words really struck a chord since I have been seriously pondering my approach to food and eating.
This week, I am not going to worry about what I eat. I am going to eat what I feel like when I feel like it. I am not going to eat according to a clock. I am not going to eat because I am bored. Or sad. Or lonely. Or angry. I'm not going to eat anything because it's the "approved" food for a particular meal. I'm not going to select a food because it is a "good" food or a "bad" food. No emotion, no habit, no tradition. No self-chastising. No numbers on a scale. Eating is not going to be associated with worry. Eating is going to be associated with my physically hungry body. End of story.
It's the thinking of things, not the doing of things, that slows me down and holds me back.
This is a hot dog and garlic fries I had during my January trip to Florida. Totally delicious! I felt guilty eating this meal. Guess what? Guilt didn't reduce the calories and didn't make anything taste better.
