There have been and continue to be times in my life when I have made less than stellar food choices. I realize this is not an offense limited to only me.
I’m going to share one of bad choices, right here, right now. As of this point I only recently told my good friend Heather and my sister Candice about this bed behavior relating to food. So here goes…deep breath…
Many times when I am cleaning up after dinner and putting away the leftovers, I try to pick the smallest container to squeeze the stuff into. The food that didn’t fit? I ate it. Yes, folks, I said it, I ate the freaking food that could not be squeezed into the goddamn Tupperware container. Sometimes it was “just” a small handful of pasta. Other times it might be a few pieces of extra broccoli. But most of the time, it was more than “just” a handful, and it wasn’t usually broccoli.
WTF??? I wasn’t sure why I chose the smallest possible container, I think I was always wanting to “save” the bigger containers for something “more important” or I thought I was “saving space” in the fridge!! And now I realize I was probably subconsciously setting myself up for some binge eating!!
But tonight, I grabbed the biggest container I could and very consciously put away every last piece of the macaroni and cheese that I normally would have gorged on!