Giving In

I just ate a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich along with a cup of chocolate almond mild. It tasted so darn good!

I had already eaten a bowl of honeydew melon for breakfast, but was still feeling like I needed something more. I wasn't hungry after the melon, so I waited a couple of hours before I figured out what else I wanted to eat. I wanted something creamy. Something warm. Something substantial. I thought maybe oatmeal. No, I didn't feel like waiting for it to cook. Did I want leftover pasta? Nope. Hmmm.

In the past, I would've eaten my way through my feelings and the kitchen. Tasting one thing after another, eating half or all of what I thought I wanted. Mindless eating, looking for that one taste that satisfied. Never finding it, but ingesting tons of calories and eventually feeling overstuffed and disappointed with myself that I let myself get out of control.

Now I wait until I've figured out what I really want, even if it means I feel hungry for awhile. It's good to feel hungry. I never thought so before. I mean, the tiniest bit of hunger and I fed it with anything within reach or purchase. God forbid I get HUNGRY! Feeling the hunger is way better than feeling the disappointment of overeating. Wow, I think I need to frame that last comment.

So PB&J it was and it was delicious. I feel satisfied emotionally and physically.