My Big Fat Italian Dinner! Or Beck Success!
Saturday, March 26, 2016
I read this in the Beck Workbook: Do not modify your diet. . . by being strict on weekdays but "loose" on weekends. Research shows this invariably leads to weight gain.
ME. That's ME she's writing about there. Joe loves to cook. I love to cook. We cook for each other on weekends and I invariably overeat every weekend. Then I spend all week eating perfectly to lose those extra pounds. Which gets me back to 0. Which means nowhere.
Yesterday I decided to make spaghetti and meatballs, making the meatballs and marinara sauce from scratch per the recipe from my Italian childhood. My mother was 100% Italian and although she didn't inherit the "cooking gene", my grandmother certainly had it as did most of my many aunts. We had pasta every single Sunday of my life. Every one. A huge pot of marinara with some sort of meat would simmer on the stove while we were at church and the spaghetti would be prepared when we got home. All the close relatives came by to eat. Every Sunday.
When I started grade school, I was amazed to find that not everyone had pasta for Sunday dinner! Some people even ate it on weeknights! I was astounded, lol, to find how the rest of the world (non-Italian) lived!
So yesterday while I was working on that I was keeping in mind all I learned from reading Beck. I monitored what I ate during the day, being sure to leave an appropriate amount for dinner that night. I reviewed eating mindfully, think before you eat, eat slowly, remember that you can eat leftovers the next day (meaning you don't have to eat it ALL now), and mostly, for me, remember how terrible you feel after you've overeaten. Well, let's tell it like it is, after you've stuffed yourself!
So dinner time came. Joe brought garlic bread (panic!) which we heated while the pasta cooked. I served myself the smallest serving of pasta that ever landed on my plate, lol. I spooned a couple of meatballs and the sauce over my pasta, added freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano on top. I took the smallest piece of garlic bread there was.
I sat with my plate before me and repeated all the key phrases to keep me in mind of what I was trying to do. I ate slowly. I savored every delicious bite. I remembered, as NELL JONES says, "No one ever woke up in the morning wishing she'd eaten more the night before." And I finished my dinner and was satisfied!
I was more than satisfied, I was ecstatic! I felt satiated. I felt happy knowing I hadn't overeaten. I feel so good knowing I wouldn't be miserable later or in the morning when I stepped on the scale.
As predicted and hoped for, I woke up this morning weighing exactly the same as I had the previous morning!
And, my friends, if you don't think that was a victory for ME, you haven't understood the severity of my eating addiction, lol.
PS. I sent the leftovers home with Joe, except for a very small portion of meatballs for my lunch today.