I love food. I hate food.
Food keeps me alive. I live from meal to meal to snack to meal. Then, a snack. In between meals and snacks, I think of food. All the time. I watch the food cooking shows and even saw my first Iron Chef America last night. I watch Restaurant Makeover and biography shows on chefs. I’m a sick puppy. I feel hungry, or at least I feel that I want to eat, most of the time. Does it matter which it is?
This does not help me cope with my type 2 diabetes at all. Not having very much willpower doesn’t help either. I wonder how much of this is my lack of willpower, and how much is a serotonin deficiency. I know if I lie in bed, tossing and turning for what seems like a very long time, absolutely wide awake and unable to sleep, and then I get a Cheez Whiz sandwich, suddenly I can get to sleep.
Bad eating habits? Oh yeah, every single one of them. I eat way too fast. If it’s good, or I think I’m hungry, it’s gone in 60 seconds. I chew fast. Sometimes, I choke cause I’m stuffing the meat or pasta down my yap too fast. I eat standing up. I eat snacks right before meals. I take food off my wife’s or daughter’s plates. I eat out of the fridge. I eat when I’m not hungry. I eat so fast I eat way too much, as my satiated feeling doesn’t have a chance to reach me in time to stop the gobbling.
Certainly a glutton, I do have some discernment in my gluttony. I eat for the flavour I anticipate something will have, I eat for the actual flavour of the food, and then, I keep on eating for the after-taste – really. I prefer strong flavours: garlic, salt, curry, hot, onion, spinach, red meat medium rare, big robust red wines, old scotch, wasabi. It’s not like I eat a ton of plain mashed potatoes.
What a surprise that I became a type 2 diabetic! I’ll talk about hating food another time.
Food keeps me alive. I live from meal to meal to snack to meal. Then, a snack. In between meals and snacks, I think of food. All the time. I watch the food cooking shows and even saw my first Iron Chef America last night. I watch Restaurant Makeover and biography shows on chefs. I’m a sick puppy. I feel hungry, or at least I feel that I want to eat, most of the time. Does it matter which it is?
This does not help me cope with my type 2 diabetes at all. Not having very much willpower doesn’t help either. I wonder how much of this is my lack of willpower, and how much is a serotonin deficiency. I know if I lie in bed, tossing and turning for what seems like a very long time, absolutely wide awake and unable to sleep, and then I get a Cheez Whiz sandwich, suddenly I can get to sleep.
Bad eating habits? Oh yeah, every single one of them. I eat way too fast. If it’s good, or I think I’m hungry, it’s gone in 60 seconds. I chew fast. Sometimes, I choke cause I’m stuffing the meat or pasta down my yap too fast. I eat standing up. I eat snacks right before meals. I take food off my wife’s or daughter’s plates. I eat out of the fridge. I eat when I’m not hungry. I eat so fast I eat way too much, as my satiated feeling doesn’t have a chance to reach me in time to stop the gobbling.
Certainly a glutton, I do have some discernment in my gluttony. I eat for the flavour I anticipate something will have, I eat for the actual flavour of the food, and then, I keep on eating for the after-taste – really. I prefer strong flavours: garlic, salt, curry, hot, onion, spinach, red meat medium rare, big robust red wines, old scotch, wasabi. It’s not like I eat a ton of plain mashed potatoes.
What a surprise that I became a type 2 diabetic! I’ll talk about hating food another time.
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