An Easter I Will NEVER Forget
Easter 1998 stands out for one reason—I was miserable. The first Easter with the man of my dreams and I wasn’t floating on a cloud? Let me explain. Wayne (my then-boyfriend-now-husband) made me a beautiful Easter basket to celebrate the occasion. I can still picture it vividly in my mind—an oversized brown wicker basket filled with green Easter grass. In the middle sat a solid milk chocolate bunny surrounded by Reese’s Peanut Butter eggs, jellybeans, purple marshmallow Peeps and Cadbury eggs. As if that wasn’t “Willie Wonka” enough, he managed to spiral a two-foot pink and yellow marshmallow rope around the handle of the basket. The gift of that Easter basket (as deliciously special as it was) was like wrapping up a bottle of whiskey and giving it to an alcoholic for Christmas. Poor Wayne…he didn’t know. In fact no one knew…that I was battling binge eating disorder and sugar was my “drug” of choice.
I can remember disappearing up to my bedroom several times throughout the day to sneak some candy. A couple of peanut butter eggs here, a few handfuls of jellybeans there. After about three trips, Wayne finally asked: “Mel…why do you keep going upstairs?” Of course I couldn’t tell him the real reason—that I was devouring my Easter basket like a pack of starving raccoons feasting on a post-picnic garbage can! I mean, how could I tell this wonderful guy that I am a junk food junkie in the middle of a completely out-of-control-sugar binge? Instead, I did what any woman would do when she’s trying to impress the man of her dreams…I told him my stomach was bothering me and I had to use the bathroom. Imagine me preferring that this devastatingly handsome guy picture me on the toilet rather than eating a Reese’s peanut butter egg! That’s how ashamed I was.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I want you to know that no matter how out-of-control your eating habits are, there is hope. No matter how stuck in an unhealthy rut you are, there is hope. No matter how hopeless you feel, there is hope. And it starts by recognizing the almost magical power of your body to CRAVE what it is being fed. Put another way—what you feed your body most, it will crave.
When I ate nothing but crap, I craved nothing but crap! It wasn’t until I said a big SCREW YOU to the diet industry and their evil way of making me feel like a failure when I ate a piece of damn chocolate, that I was free. Free to choose a healthier life. Free to feed my body nutritious foods and yes…a little chocolate. Free to give my body the chance to CRAVE healthy food.
No matter what mile-marker you’re at on your road to a healthier body, you must understand that you absolutely have the power to crave healthy food. There’s only one rule—you must start eating healthy food.
Make It Happen:
Take out a piece of paper and write down all of the foods you crave on a daily basis. When your list is complete, study it. What foods are missing? Are there any veggies or fruits on your list? How about water? Think about all of the foods you would love to start craving. How can you begin to build them into your meal plan? Maybe you pack an apple in your lunch instead of visiting the vending machine for your daily potato chip-fix. Maybe you choose a nice hot cup of green tea instead of your usual morning sugar-bombed coffee drink. Choose one food to begin craving and find a way to feed it to your body today, tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that and……
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