I’m trying to listen to my body more, trusting my body’s ability to self-regulate its own food choices (as outlined in the Health At Any Size movement). Today, my stomach has decided it’s a picky toddler.
Me: Alright, we’re at the snack bar. What do you want?
Me: Granted. Now, considering you’re actually hungry and that’s not going to fill you up, what would you like after the chocolate bar?
Me: Will you want donuts after you eat a kit-kat?
Body:clearly repulsed by the idea I guess not…
Me: I didn’t think so. So what then?
Body: I dunno.
Me: Chex mix?
Me: Tuna on crackers?
Body: Absolutely not. Fish is icky.
Me: Chips with salsa?
Me: That’s kind of messy anyway. Trail mix? You usually love trail mix
Body: Nn. Too much trail mix lately. Want something different.
Me:Growing desperate Frozen burrito?
Body: Blech, microwave food.
Me: If we have to walk back up here after you finish the kit-kat we’re going to be in pain all afternoon. Please, for the love of sanity, pick something.
Me: Chips! I can do chips! All the chips!
Anyone else have weird conversations with their body parts?