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Yesterday, my office had our Thanksgiving celebration; a
potluck, of course. I brought the veggie and fruit trays, which, to the
surprise of no one, went basically untouched next to homemade biscuits and mac
and cheese.
I was able to stick to my 24 Day Challenge plan pretty well,
filling my plate with turkey, ham, veggies, and a taste of sweet potato
casserole. I even turned down the wine. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty
solid about my willpower muscle, when one of my coworkers turns to me and goes “I
think I want dessert.”
I actually didn’t want dessert. One, because I’m solidly
committed to completing this challenge with as few cheats as possible and two,
because I was pretty full and honestly had no room for pie.
So, I respond with “The dessert table looked pretty great!”
And she immediately counters, asking if I’m going to have any. When I shared
that I was going to pass, she looked disappointed and agreed that she probably
wouldn’t have any either.
Obviously, I made that trip to the dessert table with her,
and indulged in a half of a pumpkin truffle, while she filled her plate with
the goodies she wanted.
Women of America, we need to have a conversation about
Dessert Group Think.
Why is it that women are incapable of making their own
decisions about dessert? Or fried food, for that matter? Why does it seem to be
impossible to form our own dessert opinions?
I think a lot of us attach intense emotions, like guilt, to
food. And so, we feel less guilty if other people are eating the “bad”
foods because more people choosing to indulge automatically makes it okay.
Let’s think about that for a second: the same emotion that is attached to a car accident or missing a friend’s birthday is associated on a daily basis with eating – something you have to do every day. It’s unhealthy, and it’s got to stop.
If we learned to listen to our bodies – rather than
obsessing over calories or what other people might think – we’d probably live
healthier lives. We’d order what we actually wanted to order and recognize when
our body needs vegetables instead of chocolate. Instead, we’re constantly
obsessed over that food we can’t have, and we despise broccoli because it’s not
a cupcake. And, news flash: broccoli is never going to be a cupcake.
Ya'll. The only person’s hunger/desire you get access to is
your own. If you want the piece of pie (or the entire pie), eat it.
Even if you’re the only person at the table who is getting
dessert.
