Rhiannon and I have been making more of a conscious effort to eat a little better this past month. We haven’t gone completely crazy and ruled out all the foods that we like (read: food that is bad for us), but we have tried to practice a little portion control and limit the in between meal snacking. One of the big things that has helped us out is making our meals for the day the night before. This also allows us to get a little extra sleep as we don’t have to prep any food in the morning while getting ready for work.
The one weakness both Rhiannon and I have is sweet food, but our sweet tooth manifests itself in drastically different ways. If there are sweets around me, I will proceed to consume them in large quantities until they are no longer around (read: until I eat them all). If sweets are not around, I will not miss them, nor will I crave them. From what I can tell, this is basically how a dog works: they don’t eat until they are full; rather, they eat until there is no more food, regardless of how much food there is.
Rhiannon does not resemble any animal. (The best I could think of was a cow and a salt lick, and I’m staying away from that. I once mentioned something about a whale and jumping in puddles and I still hear about it six years later. (Note: I do not consider Rhiannon to be like either a whale or a cow. (Double Note: I love you dear!))) She has a need for sweets. They comfort her. They are her soul food. But since we’ve been eating healthier, she has started to feel badly about needing her daily fix.
I “hide” the chocolate in our piano bench. The real hiding lasted about 5 days until she figured that was the only place left in the office easily accessible but still out of sight that she hadn’t looked yet. But we continue to put the chocolate there, and when she wants a piece, she asks me if it would be ok. Last night, I finally figured out why this is the ideal situation for her:
1) She knows I know better than to say no. (At least I learned something from my dad.) 2) She can feel absolved of any guilt associated with chocolate, because I said it was ok. 3) Since the chocolate is “hidden”, it means I will get it for her to preserve the “hiding” spot.
I get a piece of chocolate and walk toward her. I see the love in her eyes for me, her wonderful husband, as I walk over to her. I see the love in her eyes firmly directed at the piece of candy in my hand. I hand it over.
“I love you, honey. But I’d love you even more if you’d bring me some milk.”
“Of course I will, dear. I love you too.”