I was so incensed and out of control last night – my husband stole my brownies!
It made me realize once again that deprivation = insanity!
Confession time:
I told you that I don’t believe in deprivation. Well, I also don’t believe in sharing.
In my house I hide brownies. My “source” supplies brownies that are so rich that I cut them into 16 little pieces so that I can savor them whenever I want.
I hide them in the freezer.
Because I am a woman of my word!
I tell my clients:
- eat when “just” hungry – not “starved”
- eat food you LOVE,
(no low fat, sugar free garbage unless you LOVE it!)
- sit and savor food,
- until you are satisfied
I suggest that they have plenty of their favorite foods available to them so they don’t feel deprived.
I am not deprived – until last night!
I came out of my daughter’s room at her bedtime looking for Ginger the Cat.
And - looking forward to my snack.
There he was: my husband casually walking into the living room –
with MY BROWNIE in his grubby hand!
MY BROWNIE!
I went crazy!
The brownie was only ½” square (memorial service scheduled today) but I spotted it from the distance and lept at him.
“I can’t believe that you are eating my brownie!”
“Give it to me! David, really, it’s MY BROWNIE!”
I honestly felt panicked!
My daughter heard the noise and ran to her father’s aid.
“Here, eat the brownie Melia!”
He popped it into her mouth.
I went CRAZY!
“That is MY BROWNIE!” I heard myself yell.
“Great!” I screamed, “She’ll never get to sleep now!” (neither would I)
I was incensed - out of control.
This episode continued for over an hour – in my head anyway.
I brought Melia back to bed (after she danced – no lie – for 15 minutes – on her caffeine and sugar high).
I was never told where the rest of the brownie stash was (still don’t know as of this writing).
But I kept yelling (somewhat – but not entirely in jest) from her bedroom:
“BROWNIE STEALER!”
They both thought that this was hilarious. (I was still frustrated).
What happened?
1. I still don’t know where the d___ brownies are!
2. I was so agitated (true confession) that I ate some other chocolate, took a sleeping pill and went to bed.
3. I am over it (I am heading out as soon as I finish writing this for a new stash – and he won’t find them this time!)
4. I will make sure that he never runs out of Kit Kats again.
5. I didn’t threaten him with “never having marital relations again” (my daughter was in the room after all)
6. Just thinking about this still makes me CRAZY!
DEPRIVATION!
I am not exaggerating when I say that I was:
Panicked
Crazy
Insane
Irrational
“Starved”
Desperate
I could not believe my reaction. (That’s a lie – yes I could!)
So what happened? Aren’t I supposed to be the one in CONTROL?
After all, I am teaching self-love –
(but note: not love for family members who steal)
and losing weight through connection with your beliefs.
WHAT HAPPENED?
I was deprived.
“WHY DIETS DON’T WORK – PART I”
Results of a study of “normal” men – deprived of 50% of their calories:
(Less drastic than many diets)
THEY WENT CRAZY!
Angry
Depressed
Hoarding (sounds like me but give me a break!)
Stealing
BINGEING (big surprise)
The bingeing got worse when the study ended 6 months later.
“They were never the same again.”
(“Good,” one of my clients said “they became just like women.”)
What’s the point?
1. I still have some work to do if I was triggered like that.
Full disclosure:
My WWMM (Wild Wicked Mean Me) brain torments me with:
“How can you teach other women to lose weight when you were triggered?”
I don’t know – but I can. I’ll get back to you on that.
2. As soon as we feel deprived we go BEZERK!
More truth: it was the first time in ages I have felt deprived.
I still have some work to do.
3. You must allow yourself to eat ALL your favorite foods (counter intuitive I know, but I, and my clients do it every day).
4. Diets don’t work (more on this later)
And finally, forgive me for being human (I mean it – but it’s the only way I can be) and still be successful at “living like a normal person” when it comes to food. I can still easily maintain my weight.
Today
Forgive yourself.
Tell your WWMM brain (see above) to shut up.
Eat food you love.
Love yourself (I love you)