Saturday, March 19, 2011
At the table.
This baby has taught me a valuable lesson.
After cooking their meals, I used to take my plate and sit in front of the big screen or go back to my office and sit to eat. I needed that mindless, decompression time. It is a time for me to reflect on my day, on my stressors, on my disappointment with how life is turning out--yes, I am melodramatic. However, eating this way used to leave me wanting seconds--and often thirds. Lootie Tootie often would call me to sit down and eat. "Here, Mama. Sit". I rejected her many times in the past or ignored her. Bad mama, I know.
After all of the "harassment" recently, I obliged. I started sitting with them at the dinner table. However, often, someone would ask me for seconds or more juice, or they'd drop their fork, or didn't have a napkin. It would require me to keep getting up and not focus on the eating of my meal or enjoying the company of my three kids.
Today, while eating breakfast, I realized that since sitting down at the table to eat this week, I haven't gone back for seconds (there are other reasons too of course). I haven't felt the need to get a bit more because I woofed down a meal without enjoying it. When the kids asked me for more cereal or milk, I told them that they could get it so that I may focus on my food. The baby and I sat happily and ate our cereals without distraction--until she asked me for more, and she couldn't very well get some of her own. I left my bowl and got her some more. When I returned, I didn't dive back in to inhale the remainder. I took my time to get the spoon in hand, fish a mouthful, and bring to my lips. It was completely natural and normal.
All the books and suggestions to sit down at the table without TV, or book, or computer for mindful weight loss are absolutely right.
Where do you eat? (please let me know. I pose these questions so I can hear from you. Delurk and "talk" to me, please. Thank you.)