Monday, October 08, 2007
Saving article from Good Housekeeping so I can read over and over and over!!!!
True Kindness Has No Calories
Bad day? Sure, the ice cream is waiting. But there's a much better way to be good to yourself
By Geneen Roth
Imagine this: You are walking in a meadow on a fresh autumn day. The leaves are turning a burnished gold and red. You come upon a long table covered in a white linen cloth with vases of flowers at perfect intervals. Then you notice the food.
It is as if someone knew you were arriving, because the table is laden with every single food that you have ever loved even the foods you won't let yourself eat because they're too expensive or too fattening. A platter of sweet lobster meat and a silver dish of drawn butter. Twelve different kinds of dessert, including Chocolate Decadence Cake, coconut pies, cheesecake, and the exact flavor of ice cream you love. Homemade bread and every cheese imaginable. And food from your childhood is here: Hostess Sno Balls, roasted marshmallows, mashed potatoes, butterscotch pudding. It is a feast and it is just for you. Only you.
If all those foods were equal if you could eat bread with the same recklessness that you could eat broccoli what would you choose?
Take your time. There is no rush to decide. The food will be here.
Now, ask yourself: Would you take small bites of everything? Would you settle on one thing, eat as much of it as you want, then go on to the next? Or, given free rein, would you feel so overwhelmed that you'd just start with a fork in both hands and wild abandon in your heart? Are you like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day when he realizes that he can eat all the pie he wants and not gain weight?
"I'd eat everything!" you say.
Or "I'd dive into the triple-cream Brie and never come up for air."
"At last," you say, "I get to ignore my diabetes and scrape all the icing from the carrot cake and eat it with a spoon."
And some of you say, "Gimme a break. Cholesterol is real and so is my heart condition. And, by the way, what's the point of this fantasy?"
Before I get to the point, I want to tell you a story.
Years ago, a woman named Oona attended one of my workshops with her 11-year-old daughter, Miranda. At the time we met, Miranda was what my own mother used to call me pudgy. Round cheeks, round knees, round hands. A body that looked like it was made of circles. Miranda was not exactly fat, but her mother was very worried. She watched over Miranda's meals, commented on what she ate, took desserts away. Oona had been a fat child, had struggled with weight most of her life, and didn't want to see her daughter suffer the same way.
All in all, it was your basic mother-daughter war. Miranda hid food from Oona; Oona was enraged that, despite her hypervigilance, her child was gaining weight.
My solution floored both of them. I spoke bluntly to Oona: Fill up a pillowcase with M&M's, give it to Miranda, and whenever it gets even a quarter empty, fill it back up again. Stop commenting on her body. End the war now. Come back to me in a month and tell me how it's going.
Miranda thought she had died and gone to candy-coated heaven. Oona just wanted to strangle me.
A month later, Oona was convinced that miracles did happen.
During the first week, Miranda took the pillowcase everywhere; she even slept with it. For the first time, she could eat what she wanted without feeling rejected by her mother.
During the second week, she stopped taking the pillowcase to school. She ate fewer M&M's.
In week three, she hardly touched them. By week four, she never wanted to see another M&M again.
But more important than the M&M's was that the war had stopped. Miranda no longer needed to eat to pay her mother back for her constant disapproval. She no longer needed the comfort of M&M's to make up for the hurt of her mother's rejection.
Although this story actually happened, I'd like you to take it as a metaphor rather than as an example of something you should try with yourself or your daughter.
The point of both stories is not the food itself but your attitude about it. The point is, we can be free from the endless cycle of depriving and restricting ourselves if we cultivate a kind of welcoming and openhearted friendliness toward ourselves. Most of us want to get thin because we believe that then we will be entitled to like ourselves and treat ourselves well. We want to get thin because we believe that then we will be happy. We've got it all backward.
What would happen if, right now, you gave yourself permission to like, respect even adore! yourself without first having to earn it by losing 10 or 20 pounds?
Consider how your food choices would change if they were based on self-respect and on what made you feel well, alive, and radiant. If you liked yourself immensely, you'd be unlikely to seek comfort in the allice-cream, all-the-time diet. You'd know that eating ice cream for dinner would probably make you feel happy for a second and then a little spacey and then tired. Soon you'd be cranky, yelling at your kids, picking on your spouse.
This new self-respecting you wouldn't need to seek comfort in food because you would no longer be rejecting yourself every minute of the day. No one can handle that kind of perpetual criticism without seeking solace somewhere, and the mint chocolate chip does nicely.
Most people say they gain weight when they eat what they want. But the truth is that people gain weight when they eat what they don't want and then eat copious amounts of what they do want because they're afraid they'll be deprived again. They gain weight because they argue with themselves constantly and then, bruised from the argument, eat ice cream to be kind to themselves.
True kindness has no calories. True kindness is deciding right now that you deserve to feel fabulous even if you never lose another pound. When you make your food choices with that sort of kindness, your life becomes a feast.
Geneen Roth is an international teacher, speaker, and writer of best-selling books on emotional eating. You can visit her at geneenroth.com.