Tuesday, February 17, 2009
We all have brought both good and bad eating habits from our youth. Like many other things, it is what is impressed on us growing up that determines much of how we handle things in our adult life. I am learning to eat fruits & vegetables that I never heard of growing up. I'm not saying I like them all, but I am learning to give them a try (or 2 or 3).
Yesterday I was ranting about DH eating everything. But as I thought about it, I have seen the same eating habits in his siblings. None of them talk to much about their childhood but I know that it left them all with the fear of the food not being there if they don't eat it now. In the past I have cooked up a large package of chicken breasts (5 lbs) In the morning I had planned on making meals and freezing them so that I wouldn't have to make sure I was home in time to cook the rest of the week, Only to wake up and find 1 chicken breast left in the dish. When I asked DH about the one, his response was "I saved it for you, in case you wanted some". I have woken up in the morning to find he'd gone through an entire loaf of bread on pb&j sandwiches during the night. It really doesn't matter what the food is, as long as he doesn't have to work to hard to get it ready to eat. Fruits & veggies don't last any longer.
So what do I do about it? After 14 years together you'd think he would realize that there is always food in the house, but since that doesn't seem to help. I'll do as suggested by some of you yesterday. When I'm done cooking, the food that I have planned to use on another meal will be frozen or hidden (he doesn't look to hard) before he gets home from work. I know many of my problems stem from my childhood and I've had to face many of my demons to work through my eating problems. I can't force him to face his demons so I'll just keep doing what is best for me, knowing that at least I can control the amount of junk he has available for his binging. He is very lucky to have a metabolism that allows him to eat this way without gaining weight, his sisters aren't that lucky and have spent their whole lives severely overweight.
I did catch him last night taking my last Quaker Carmel corn cake that I needed to make all my goals yesterday. What did I do? I took it out of his hands, told him that is mine and handed him a large piece of fudge that my son & his dad had made for a valentines treat.
I am still learning not only how to deal with my eating problems, but his too! All I can say this an interesting journey!