I always thought it was mindless eating, or emotional eating … but now I’m more convinced than ever that I’m just a grazer.
I seem to always have something in my mouth … or be talking. An oral fixation, if you will. My mouth is always moving, always doing something.
This isn’t new. Long before my disordered eating days — in middle school and into high school — my nickname was “Motormouth Melissa.”
In fact, I talked so much back then that my friends teased me about a ten-second rule … where I was supposed to think ten seconds before speaking. (Funny how that’s what I’m learning in therapy: to think before I speak!)
And I chewed a lot of ice and gum.
I still talk a lot. And I’m rarely without water. I chew sugar-free gum. Have diet soda on hand (when not banning Diet Coke, that is!).
I’m always noshing on something. I reach in the fridge for grapes. Take two mini pretzels. A cluster of Kashi cereal (two, three times). A lick of the ice cream cone I’m about to hand to my husband.
Of course I journal all the caloric BLTs (bites/licks/tastes), but it’s still grazing … unnecessarily, I’m like a cow, eating all day long. Little tastes here and there. Calories (healthy or not) that I simply don’t need.
My goal today is simple: defined meals, defined snacks. Sticking to a menu plan, and if I stray — stray for a good cause.
This also includes making each meal an experience and, taking from blog-reader Cathy’s favorite book, Why French Women Don’t Get Fat, only eating when seated.
Wish me luck!
PS–36 days chew-and-spit free now … or is it more?! And I was candy-corn free yesterday.
How about you? Are you a grazer?