Monday, November 8, 2010
I CAN'T HEEEAAAARRRR YOU!!
Yeah? Well, that's me. I'm that stubborn child screeching, "I can't heeeaaaaarrrr you!".
I realized tonight at dinner that I have been metaphorically saying this very phrase to my band for a couple of weeks now. I would take a few bites, start to get that "feeling", and then shove my chubby little fingers right in my ears and keep right on eating.
I was punished severely for it. I have PB'd more times in the last two weeks that I have in the last five months. And I somehow convinced myself that my band was just being finnicky.
I started getting into that bad habit of listening to my BRAIN instead of my STOMACH while I'm eating. I look at what I've eating and my brain says, "Pssst. Hey! Yeah, you! You couldn't possibly be full on that tiny bit of food! Just wait for the discomfort to pass and take one more bite." I failed to listen to my stomach that way saying, "Umm... excuse me? Yes, you up there with the big mouth. You're kinda stressing me out down here. I know that chicken tastes good. But I just can't handle more than a few bites, mkay?"
And we all know which voice was louder. Damn fat-chick brain.
I have GOT to get control over my head-hunger before I do some permanent damage to my band. I am so SICK of feeling uncomfortable during/after a meal. But guess what?! I'm the one that causes it!! If I ate slower, smaller bites, and STOPPED WHEN I FELT FULL, then I'd be a-ok.
Honestly, does the fat-chick in our brains ever go away, or do we just learn to ignore her? Cuz this chick has over-stayed her welcome.