I see mumbo jumbo about intuitive eating all the time, these days. It seems like it’s just everywhere. Or maybe I’ve just fallen into a really intuitive blog roll. Whatever it is, it’s definitely starting to get my goat. Just today, I wanted to virtually poo-poo at some blogger* who was writing about just how clever she was to be eating intuitively. She details out all these plans to stop and assess her satisfaction level throughout the meal. I was imagining this and realized just how impractical that would be. If you ate JUST enough to not be hungry, how long would that last? I was reading her post while I was eating my 10 am oatmeal. A meal that I always have right at 10 am and that I’m usually pretty darned hungry for when it’s time to have. So half way through it, I had a think. ‘Am I still hungry? Well, no. I am not actively hungry right this second any more.’
I had some more thinks.
Should I stop eating this now?
Will I make it to lunch if I don’t finish this? I totally doubt it.
Maybe I could have little spoonfuls every 30 minutes, just enough to abate the slightest twinge of hunger, but no more.
Because I could spend my entire day just eating little mini meals. Kind of like hooking myself up to a constant stream of nutrients with an IV!
And then I turned back into myself.
I get that no one’s really suggesting that we dose ourselves with little tastes of food just to satiate the edges of hunger. Really, the whole idea sounds nice. It sounds very normal. Just eat when you feel like it. Whatever. No big deal. But when you’re like me, it IS a big deal. I can’t unmake it a big deal.
It seems that the origins of the idea are logical and well thought-out, but then begins spiraling into various states of disarray as it falls into the hands of women, looking for a way to stop forcing themselves into certain behaviors. Looking for a way to not feel bad. To not be undone by a foe, like the
pint quart of Somoas special edition ice cream that I ran afoul of last week.
I would like to believe that one day I can get to that state of normal. That it will be like that “fake it until you make it” saying… if I follow a plan and guidelines (created from information and math and not intuition) that mimics normal eating, maybe one day I can do it without having to think so much about it.
But until then, I just don’t think it’s realistic to suggest that we should just go around talking to our heads and bodies to access what we need. While I don’t want to go haranguing strangers on my blog, I will say that *this blogger did recently talk about starting to eat a brownie and then decided that because it wasn’t The Best Brownie Of All Time, she spit it out. She chewed it up and spat it out. This was an intuitive eating victory for her. People commenting on her post were all congratulatory of her wise decision there. But I actually think that’s crazy. And if that’s a demonstration of just how normal intuitive eating can be, I click the Dislike button.