You know that person who orders and/or makes a big plate of food, eats it very slowly and stops eating when they think they are full (even if they are not even half way through their meal)? I do, and that person is not me. That person is the complete opposite of me. But she is my friend, a friend that will remain nameless unless referred to by her name, Stacy.
One upon a time Stacy was “starving” wanting – no, needing food. Not just any food though, dinner to be exact.
“I’m so hungry I could die. Not die but I could really faint. SERIOUSLY!” She said.
Since she had yet to cry wolf that week and basically yelled it at me I knew she was serious. I know how awful those hungry headaches can be so I gave in. Being that we had two hours until our 7pm dinner date with other friends we settled for the best hold-you-over snack I know… a good old grilled cheese sandwich. They are delicious, filling and small. Brilliant! I had perfected a “healthy” recipe in my college days so I was happy to make them.
Important, yet annoying, side note: The healthy version of the grilled cheese is made with wheat bread, Stacy refused to eat the sandwich unless it was made with white bread. I succumbed to peer pressure.
Long story short, the grilled cheese was made, it smelled delicious and tasted great. The two perfectly toasted sandwiches would have made it straight through to Snack Heaven. (I want to go to there). We both had a bite and were in awe by how perfect this simple, quick snack turned out to be. Then the phone rang. I wouldn’t have picked it up for fear the cheese would get cold but Stacy had to take the phone call because she hadn’t talked to her boyfriend in 2 hours. Eek! These were dire circumstances.
When she got back, my grilled cheese was gone; hers was still neatly situated on her plate with only one bite missing. What happens next may not shock you but I was floored, alarmed, taken back, basically any word you can use to describe distress!
“Ugh, I can’t finish this. I’m really full,’”Stacy whined as she pushed her plate over to my side of the table. What! Full? FULL? I had thoughts in my head I wanted to yell but decided it would be better for our friendship if I kept them to myself.
The thought process went as follows:
- I was not the one that wanted a snack in the first place.
- You traitor!
- How can you throw away perfectly good food!
- Especially a grilled Cceese!
- Don’t you know there are people starving out there!
- It wasn’t that big, finish it if only as a thank you. You are very unappreciative!
- You are a liar.
- I don’t believe you are full! I don’t believe you were ever hungry!
- You have made me eat unnecessarily.
- Was this some mean ploy to make me fat?
- Why couldn’t I Just Say No!
- Crap, it was a good grilled cheese!
- I’m going to have to eat hers too.
- I hate you for doing this to me.
The thought process should have been as follows:
- What a shame.
- I’ll wrap it up and see if anyone else wants it tomorrow.
I remember reading somewhere a tip to lose weight is that you eat very slowly so your body feels full and you don’t eat more than you need. I have always been told I eat way too fast and that’s why I can finish an entire plate of whatever is in front of me. I’ve tested this theory and it does not work. Correction, it does not work for me. When do you stop? How do you know when you’ve had enough?
I know that sometimes I overeat, but I never seem to be able to know my limit. I make the conscious decision to think about it, but by the time I’m done thinking I have already finished eating an entire plate. I tried to count calories but that turned out to be more of a running joke. Either I have ADD or I can’t count. It’s not as if I feel overweight or I think it’s a big issue or I’m embarrassed that I eat more than my boyfriend. It’s just that it’s an unnecessary habit I would rather break.