I’m doing a whole30 again. I keep on asking myself how many
whole 30’s it’s going to take for me to learn the lesson in which I feel is
repeated. Yesterday in an act of pure mindless food driven thought I ate almost
a whole bag of potato chips. It was at that moment that I had a bunch of potato
chips in my mouth I realized I had relapsed into the crazy world of constantly
eating looking no scratch that stuffing myself looking for some form of
validation. In a weird way the food becomes the comforter, the giver of that
instant flash of enjoyment. Yet when I look back at these few months of
mindless eating and being out of control I cannot recall nor can I write in
great deal the seemingly amazing food that I wanted. The problem is I've
concluded is that the pint of ice cream is a liar. The mocha chiller doesn't’
make me a nice person, and the heaven forbid in the darkest moments that white
glazed rainbow glazed doughnut isn't that amazing when you eat it every
morning.
I’m not a fan of labels. In fact I detest them merely for
the simple reason that they detract from seeing past the initial layer of what
a person is. Yet I know you can’t escape them. They are a human’s way of
knowing what is safe, who is allowed in the tribe and who might be a threat.
The label I so hesitantly and so lamely take upon myself is that I’m a food
addict. I use food in ways one might use alcohol, pills, or any other various
modes in order to get an initial high. The
problem using food is that unlike the other forms of addiction it is needed in
order to sustain you. Hi my name’s Blake and I have food/body issues is one way
I plan on introducing myself to the various people I will meet when the
youngest, the golden child, the glorified son gets married in less than 40
days. Which I must assure you is not why I am a food addict. No the reason is
purely vain and no less neurotic. I use
food because it was there and for some reason my brain lights up like a
freaking Christmas tree when I eat the sugar, the grain, and in a moment of
quiet desperation the whole tub of cookie dough I had made to make cookies for a
work function. To someone on the outside food addiction looks like someone who
is out of control in fact it is quite the opposite. My goal? Is to constantly
get more food. Mainly the sweet and dairy variety. So I could be sitting eating
a let’s say amazing red velvet cake. While physically there shoving it in my
mouth my mental state is already moving on to the next meal, the next desert.
While one may in bed and think of the things they must do the next day or the
great day they had my thoughts tend to the meals I’m going to consume.
Oh did I mention I’m impulsive? For the longest time I
thought my last name was No. Because the way my parents seemed to mention me in
sentences was this “Hi my name is Joye this is our daughter Emily and our Son
Blake Blake NO!” I used to look at being impulsive as being a bad thing. A thing of danger. Now I tend to see it as a
way of learning, a way of interest. While I no longer jump off of things, touch
everything, and get distracted by shiny things, it was the impulsiveness that
lead me to some of the greatest adventures and people of my life. I would have
never attended Utah State and met so many wonderful and dear friends, nor would
I have never traveled to all the various places, and I certainly would not be
writing this piece tonight if I had thought it out in every detail in my head. The
only problem is as a food addict this has led to problems. Aka me at Betos at 3
in the morning eating a breakfast burrito and a blue raspberry Slurpee because
it sounded good at the time. It wasn't. From
my journal “Dear Sweet Cheese what have I done to myself and I’m sorry oh so
sorry please please make the punchy feeling stop.” However the time spent with
friends doing it? Was totally worth it. So give and take.
What I’m trying to say is that this whole 30 experience is
coming out of a need to be aware of what I am doing to myself. A need to
survive past the age of 35. My worst, my absolute worst fear is that I will
reach Discovery Channel fat. You know the type of fat that tends to lead you up
to a Discovery Channel special where the come into a house and you see the
crane lowering into the house and the good friend or girlfriend talking to the
interviewer going “He wants to go to the movies!” and the fire department has
the look on their face that says “Oh Hell no.” Then like Violet Beauregarde
(the girl from Willy Wonka who turns into a blueberry) the fire men wheel him
to a fat house and the person promptly loses all the weight and they make a
skin quilt out of all the excess skin. As you can tell I've given this a little
thought. (When I say a little? I mean a lot if you can’t tell).
So what is an obsessive impulsive food addict to do? Go on a
strict plan of not eating sugar, legumes, dairy, grains, or alcohol (aka the
only one that I consistently go I can do that one! Forever math impaired as I
am I know that those aren't the greatest odds.) Yet my body is telling me that it is ready. It
is ready to eat good nutrient rich food. My pocket book is ready because the
money I realized I spent more money out than bringing in. Lastly I realize that
I need to add a creative element to these 30 days. Since the time I have is
going to be limited due to work and trying not to cry when I waddle by the ice
cream isle I’m going to blog about these thirty days instead of blowing up your
Instagram feed with pictures and recipes. I’ll try to share the recipes I've
made or found.
Lastly I write this piece to let you know that my therapist
(like you are surprised) told me that in order to overcome a struggle the best
way is to share it. Not all the details or write this as sense of NOTICE ME I’M
A FLAWED INDIVIDUAL PRAISE ME! Instead to share with others to show that I’m vulnerable
and that if you are in the same boat you aren't alone. So enjoy these 30 days
with me. These postings may be long they may be short, they may be repetitive but
hey at least I’ll try to make you laugh.
