You know those sneaky little secrets you like to keep hidden in your life (or pantry)? Well I’m about to reveal 5 of my secrets to you… so hang onto your tea cup, here we go….
Like. Really. Boring. My 7 year old son wants peanut butter sandwiches every day. Every. Day. Do you relate at all? You have all these fabulous ideas. Pinterest, thanks for the inspiration. Facebook + Instagram – thanks for the guilt-inducement as other mums post photos of their fabulous school lunches in their super-expensive Bento Boxes… wah, wah, wah!
But me? Yep my kid is eating his peanut butter sandwiches from his K-Mart plastic box… actually, hang on, we just bought him a new BPA-free Sistema lunchbox. So no longer K-Mart.
But the fact is – he has fruit, his sandwiches, a few crackers and either one of my baked muffins or a biscuit or two and he’s happy with that lunch. At home he eats a lot of vegetables, plenty of dairy products and other protein rich foods, and he loves experimenting with food – Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, he’ll give it a shot. Just don’t put it in his lunchbox, cos he ain’t gonna eat it. And I’m so not worried, because I don’t need to compete in the lunchbox stakes.
Yep I eat past FULL. “Oh my goodness – that’s the cardinal sin of intuitive eating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Nope it’s not. I’ve spent the latter part of my life living under a self-induced pile of stupid food rules in order to be a ‘good nutritionist’ and all that stuff. Blah, blah. But then I discovered intuitive eating, I rediscovered liking and enjoying food again, and I’m just not done with liking it yet. Give me a year or two more. Maybe five.
Some days I just don’t want to stop when I feel full coming. So I don’t. I eat past full. Not in a binge-type of way. But in a conscious, guilt-free decision to enjoy a few more mouthfuls of a meal I really like. Turns out – the world doesn’t end. And I’m sure as the distance between ‘food rules’ and me grows, I’ll relax and be able to listen to my fullness more. But for now I’m enjoying the extra food and not stressing about the extra padding 😉
Childlike obsession. My big sister and I used to walk down the road to our local dairy with our 20 cents to buy a mixed bag of lollies (remember 5 lollies for 1 cent kind of thing? Or am I showing my age?). And I can quite happily still do that today.
“That’s shocking?! Lollies have NO redeeming nutritional value at ALL!” Yesss, I know. And, like, so what? If I want to enjoy a feijoa flavoured lolly while I watch a movie then I’m going to do just that. And I’m going to do it without guilt. It’s not like I’m spreading smarties on my breakfast muesli… but come to think of it, that would be quite fun.
I couldn’t be a worse example for a nutritionist when it comes to seafood. If only New Zealand wasn’t surrounded by sea borders – I need to shift to a land-locked country. How did I grow up hating seafood so much? I blame my Mum (sorry Mum – ha ha!). Okay, it wasn’t Mum’s fault. I was given every opportunity to taste and try every shellfish, crayfish and fish under the sun as a kid on our regular camping trips up north (Whananake anyone?). I hated almost all of it. Crayfish, kind of okay. Snapper and Tarakihi – I can eat on a good day.
But shellfish? All those slimey bits? All the grit and sand and dirt? No Thanks.
Which is not to say I can’t cook. I can cook. I’m a pretty good cook. We used to host dinner parties a lot B.C. (Before Children). But I’ve almost forgotten about that life. I make some amazing salads, vegetarian dishes, casseroles and all that stuff. But it just DOES NOT rock my boat these days. I’d much rather have a personal chef – what about you? I mean – could we even go halves in a personal chef? I wonder how much they cost? Cos I love eating tasty food, I just can’t be bothered with all the work of prepping and cleaning up and the required focus on the damn stove-top. Stir yourself why don’t you?!
And you know what? Even with all of the above I’m happy with my eating – there’s always room for improvement, but right now in this crazy season of my life, when I’m constantly tired from two crazy-busy, energetic boys, and a travelling husband, this is my best. And my best is good enough. How about you – what compromises have you made for this season in your life?