In Overeaters Anonymous, they talk about “trigger foods” – foods that bring on that bottomless pit, must-have-now, at-all-costs, inhale-kitchen insanity. I thought I didn’t have a trigger food. Food was my trigger food – salmon, brown rice, salad, ice cream, apples, you name it, I could go to town.
But then last week I decided to cut out all sugar, kick cheese out of my house, and all but totally stop eating fried food, because I was outta control. I figured I didn’t need to be ingesting those things for nutrition, so away with them! Then a few things happened that surprised me:
- Food lost its sex appeal. It was no longer a source of entertainment, but rather a function of sustenance. I mean, seriously, when you take out all those ingredients, what’s left to play with?
- I do not have the crazy reaction to the same foods that were making me crazy before. I do not desire to eat an entire watermelon or pound of beef. Which leads me to wonder: Did the cheese, fried oil, and sugar change my brain chemistry in such a way that food almost triggered an allergic reaction in me? By removing those ingredients, am I now experiencing food the way that people who are not compulsive eaters have experienced all foods their whole lives?
- My eating behavior got more and more healthy each day, without trying. I went from inhaling two quesadillas, four oranges, and a big bowl of salad in one sitting, to having, oh, a small bowl of oatmeal. (With soy milk. Blech. Dairy milk is back in the fridge now, thank you very much.)
- I suddenly found myself wanting a social and romantic life. I was the Happy Hermit for a long while there. But all of a sudden, you take away my cheese, sugar, and fried goods, and – hey, where’d the party go? I also suddenly have the urge to paint. Go figger.
- People are getting out of my way. OK this one is seriously hilarious. Who knew there was a relationship between cheese and body space??? For a while now, people constantly were entering my energy field and nearly plowing me over when they passed. Not today. Suddenly everyone – and I mean everyone – was making arcs around me when they passed. Has my energy field taken on that of a football player, sans sugar? I need more observation time to come to a conclusion on this one.