“What are you looking for?” my husband asks as I spin wildly through our kitchen opening and re-opening cupboards.
“A donut,” I say emphatically. “Or a cookie, a sweet snack of some sort.”
“I made homemade granola bars. Do you want one of those?” he asks helpfully.
“No! I want a donut. Something with refined sugar and possibly some trans fat.”
“How about I peel you a mango or cut some bananas into some non-fat plain yogurt? I’ll sprinkle some Equal and cinnamon over the yogurt. It’ll taste just like the ones you buy in the store.”
At this point, instead of being grateful and accepting of my husband’s attempts to ease my sweet-tooth craving, I storm out of the kitchen and wonder what happened to our days of cupboards filled with snacks at the ready.I know that my husband has transformed our kitchen for the better. The above-mentioned snacks he has made for our daughters on many occasions and they love them. Our children so rarely get candy that a Hershey’s kiss makes them squeal.
I also know I still want a donut sometimes. Luis will take pity on me and once in a while buys me treats. They’re not good for me, they’re not necessary and lending to an already-emotional connection to food but my brain wants them anyway. Not my stomach, my brain. Trust me, there’s no lack of food in my tummy. I know, in the same way that Luis has done us a favor by transforming our kitchen and potentially our lifestyle, that I don’t need donuts.
The most amazing part of Luis bringing unhealthy snacks into our house is that, for the most part, he’s able to ignore them. Apparently, he cannot hear the cookie dough ice cream in the freezer calling us in the dark hours after dinner. He is impenetrable to the shortbread cookies that send their siren song to me.
When I first starting dating Luis, it was obvious that although love knows no boundaries, we had grown up in different cultures. Nothing too radical, mind you, but different, nonetheless. I invited Luis over to my parent’s house one day after class and went in to the kitchen. I asked him if he wanted something from the pantry. He asked me what a pantry was. I peeked around the 6-foot-tall cupboards with amazement. Did he really not know what a pantry was?
I described it and then invited him over for a look. Our pantry was brimming with cereal boxes (no Grape-Nuts or Special K here), Little Debbie snacks (who doesn’t love a good Star Crunch?), Cheeze-Its, etc. Luis’ eyes got big and he struggled with the decision. He asked me when we eat this stuff. Again, incredulous, I told him they were for snacks.
“Snacks?” he asked. “Mexicans don’t really eat snacks. We eat big meals and that’s it.”
“Really? Well, interesting. Would you still like a snack?”
Of course he did. And this was his introduction to between-meal eating. Today, Luis still does a lot of between-meal eating but it’s most often some fresh fruit, a protein bar or raw veggies. A lot less calories than a Twinkie but where’s the satisfaction in crunching on baby carrots? If they had cream in the middle, maybe. . .
Luis has learned where the satisfaction is. He has now learned that the long-term goal is much more important than getting the immediate satisfaction of a handful of chips. He knows how his body will respond if he fills it with good fuel instead of Pie Bites from Fresh N Easy (those things are damn good, though).The best thing about Luis and his food transformation is that he never, not once, has preached or pushed it on me. He just continues to set the good example hoping that one day I’ll join him. I love that about him. He’s patient in almost every way in his life. This patience is part of what helped him along his 21-month journey to shed 120 pounds and change his life for the better.
I see and hear the example but I’ll admit, I still enjoy Friday nights before a weekend of long runs because that means he’s going on carbo load and we all get to have pasta. Of course, he does add sauteed vegetables to the pasta even when I’d prefer to have Alfredo sauce but hey, he’s cooking and I’m eating so I just try to enjoy.
10 comments:
Sometimes I just crave something so processed it will last for months in your pantry. Like Hostess Ding Dongs. Oh, man. But then they seem to not be as satisfying as you want them to be and then make you feel like crap afterwards. (sigh)
I, too, grew up snacking on, well, snacks. Husband grew up snacking on fruit. Why would you want to eat fruit as a snack? Snacks are supposed to be fun not punishment... I have since changed my ways, for the most part. I like that LB doesn't push you to change, but I am sure you have changed your eating patterns somewhat just because of him.
By the way, the first thing I am eating after the Chicago Marathon is a piece of Stefanie's Ultimate Red Velvet Cake Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. Bring it!! :o)
I'm a big time stress/emotional eater still. Even though I know how cruddy it will make me feel I still go for it sometimes. Then other times I surprise myself when I turn down something because it would derail me from my goals. The strength and drive come eventually.
Starting the process begins with just one little step after the other and finding a reason why it's worth it to change. Great post! :)
Hey Tiff...a girl just needs her refined sugary snack (as a rare treat) every once in a while. I learned that when I totally deny myself I suffer. Moderation is the key. And how lucky you are to have your very own chef in residence!
Great post!
Loved this post. I wrote about Snack Attacks too! However I sadly succombed...
This came at a good time for me, Mrs. LB. I've been craving sweets the past few weeks. I actually MADE cookies. I hate to cook...and bake, so yeah. Anyway, what you said about long-term goals and immediate satisfaction is so true. Thanks for the reminder!
Love her posts, all two of them :) She's a great writer!
Great writing, Tiffany. This is really an interesting topic for many couples and families. One of the things I am guilty of is expecting my husband to go along with my healthy eating but also with my fall off the wagon days. Either way, it needs to be his choice.
I absolutely hear what you are saying!!! My mom lives with us and had a huge health scare last year. She had to go on an ultra low fat diet. I was an idiot...errr...I mean a good girl...and decided that the whole family would just switch up our eating habits.
My hubby is Mexican, too...but he learned the rules of snacking LOOOONG before he met me. He's a choco-freak. I'm not such a sweet eater...but I love my salty snacks.
Needless to say, a year later, we are still learning to indulge in moderation. Notice that I said "learning".... =D
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