So, that being said. I was interested to see what might come up for me when I tried this challenge.
My family and I celebrated Mother’s Day at Baker’s Square. We agreed to meet for dessert.
I cannot even tell you how badly this challenge went! It makes me giggle just to think about it. Although last night, I was majorly peeved! 🙂
So last night, I definitely had some hunger prior to ordering. The other family members hadn’t eaten dinner yet, which I was thought was weird, because three of us had had lunch around 1pm and it was now 9pm. I guess different strokes? I had eaten dinner, but had arranged my hunger to leave some room.
First up was an AMAZING drink! Too sweet for me though, so I dumped a lot of water in it, and then it was perfect. Pomegranate Limeade! *The Lily-of-the-Valley are from my parents’ yard!
The other family members ordered dinner. I just wanted pie, but I knew my family would have pie AFTER the dinner. I didn’t want to just sit there and not eat while the other family members did. At the time, this seemed IMPOSSIBLE!
So, I had a cup of chicken noodle soup. At the end of the soup, I was totally done. No. Hunger. At. All.
But, I ordered pie. I had been waiting all night for this pie. It was custard cream pie. *My favorite*
In the meantime, while waiting for the pie, I was starting to get very irritated by my family. They weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary. I think all this internal struggle about whether I was hungry or not hungry, whether I was ordering food or not ordering food also caused some anxiety.
When the pie arrived, I inhaled it. I didn’t smell the aroma, feel the textures, or anything remotely related to being mindful.
It. Was. Just. Gone.
I felt horrible afterwards. Physically. Tight. Full. Uncomfortable. Disappointed that I didn’t really savor the whole pie situation. Anxious about Food. Irritated in general.
What did I learn?
Enjoy the people & the conversation. Don’t make food an event. Use my senses to fully enjoy what I have in my meal and in my life.
Challenge myself to sit with my feelings of not having food while my parents are eating.
What did I do right?
I ate dinner beforehand because I was physically hungry for it. I didn’t order another meal. I left at 10pm because I had to go to work the next day. (My other family members have different work schedules.) I didn’t beat myself up about the whole situation.
What would you have done in my situation? How would you have handled things?