So, the food. Yes, the food. The food here is really good. I can’t believe how good food cooked without salt, fat and sugar can taste. I am truly enjoying it all. But because I am choosing to keep to approximately 1200 calories a day, the portion sizes are much smaller than I’m used to. Don’t get me wrong. These are normal portion sizes, the kind nutritionists tell you to eat – for example 4 ounces of protein, in some cases 6. I’m just used to plowing through more than half a rotisserie chicken by myself! Going back for seconds on practically everything. Ordering – and eating – a 12 or even 16-ounce steak.
So when my dad asked me last night on the phone if I’m hungry here, I said the only time I feel hungry is when the plate first arrives and I see just how little is on it…compared to what I’m used to. The truth is I am not hungry. When I finish a meal, my stomach feels full. It’s just that in many cases I’d like to keep eating because what I just ate was so good, I want more of it. But that is entertainment, not nutrition. So am I wildly entertained, the way I am when I feast beyond fullness on Italian food, or Thai food, or ribs, or a burger and fries? Not wildly entertained. But I am starting to feel a little less bloated and a little more optimistic about learning to eat like a healthy human being.
So I deal with the momentary feeling of disappointment that there’s no more to eat. I drink a little more water, or make myself a cup of tea. I have a little more conversation, and before I know it, the feeling has passed. I am fine. No, better than fine. I feel good. Not having seconds or more than my serving didn’t kill me. The pangs were only momentary. And I am headed in a good direction. Cool.