You know that person who receives and/or makes a big plate of food, and is able to stop eating when they feel full no matter how much food they have left in their plate? I do, and that person is not me. That person is the complete opposite of me. But she is my best friend, a best friend that will remain nameless unless referred to by her name, Michele.
One upon a time Michele was “starving” wanting – no, needing – food.
“I’m so hungry I could die. Not die but I could really faint. SERIOUSLY!” She complained.
I know how awful those hungry headaches can be so I gave in so I gave in even though we were meeting a group of girlfriends in two hours time. We settled for the best hold-you-over snack I know… a good old grilled cheese sandwich. They are delicious, filling and small. Brilliant!
Important side note: My “healthy” version of the grilled cheese is made with wheat bread, Michele only keeps white bread at her house. I succumbed to peer pressure.
Long story short, the grilled cheese was made, it smelled delicious and tasted great. The two perfectly toasted sandwiches would have made it straight through to Snack Heaven. We both had a bite and before we could comment on how nice the warmth of a fresh grilled cheese felt on our fingers, her phone rang. I wouldn’t have picked it up for fear the cheese would get cold but Michele had to take it; it was her boyfriend.
When she got back, my grilled cheese was gone; hers was still neatly situated on her plate with only one bite missing. What happens next may not shock you but I was floored, alarmed, taken back. Michele said she was full and couldn’t finish the sandwich as she pushed her plate over to my side of the table.
What! Full? FULL? I had thoughts in my head I wanted to yell but decided it would be better for our friendship if I kept them to myself. The thought process basically went as follows:
- I was not the one that wanted a snack in the first place. You traitor!
- How can you throw away perfectly good food! Especially a grilled cheese!
- Don’t you know there are people starving out there!
- It wasn’t that big, finish it if only as a thank you. You are very unappreciative!
- You are a liar.
- I don’t believe you are full! I don’t believe you were ever hungry!
- Was this some mean ploy to make me fat?
- Why couldn’t I Just Say No!
- But it was so good.
- I guess I can just finish it.
- I hate you for doing this to me.
The thought process should have been as follows:
- What a shame.
- I’ll wrap it up and see if anyone else wants it tomorrow.
I remember reading that if you eat very slowly your body feels full and you don’t eat more than you need. I have always been told I eat way too fast and that’s why I can finish an entire plate of whatever is in front of me. I’ve tested this theory and it does not work. Correction, it does not work for me. When do you stop? How do you know when you’ve had enough?
I know that sometimes I overeat, but I never seem to be able to know my limit. I make the conscious decision to think about it, but by the time I’m done thinking I have already finished eating an entire plate. I tried to count calories but that turned out to be more of a running joke. I hate math. It’s not as if I feel overweight or I think it’s a big issue or I’m embarrassed that I eat more than my boyfriend…