I grew up a fat kid. I have no shame in it, as it has made me who I am today. When I was in my early 20s is when I decided enough was enough and taught myself the better ways of eating. Slowly over the years I would learn more and adjust. I have gone to the extremes of being vegan, raw vegan, vegetarian and now just eating in balance. However, there was a time when I had strict ‘no you can’t eat that food’.
Even though, I don’t think that is the healthiest way to eat and be mentally sane I do think it taught me in some messed up way how I eat now. I happily pick a salad over a burger or a veggie over french fries. They are foods I really enjoy eating, but there was a time in my life when I absolutely did not touch dessert. I also had this fear that one bit would lead to 100 bites and I wouldn’t be able to control my sweet tooth. Yeah, I am one of those people with a sweet tooth and a strong one. I definitely do not ignore my sweet tooth but still usually pick the healthier option.
I definitely do not ignore my sweet tooth but still usually pick the healthier option. When I stumbled across as article in Men’s Health on how one lady, just like me used to ban desserts had a change of life and now eats them, totally awakened her who perspective on eating dessert. Her conclusion, eating dessert is a good thing and here is why she says so!
To my total surprise, giving myself the freedom to indulge didn’t turn me into a bottomless pit for doughnuts and ice cream. I still find myself craving something sweet most days. But nine times out of 10, a chocolate peanut butter cup or a small cookie is enough to hit the spot.
You’d probably expect me to say that after a few weeks of daily dessert, my pants started to feel uncomfortably tight. Instead, I lost about 7 pounds in the last year, without altering any other aspect of my diet. My weight has always been in the healthy range (and still is), but these days my body feels lighter and my stomach feels flatter.
I used to eat huge portions of dessert to feel like I got what I “deserved” for the week, which would leave me feeling guilty and out of control; like there was something wrong with me because I wasn’t capable of enjoying a moderate helping like a “normal” person.