The other day I was chatting with my friend telling her about an oops story. As I continued to outline the story, she laughed and informed me this really needed to be a blog post. Since we have all done it. We can all relate to the scenario I am about to outline for you. So here goes, for your entertainment and laughter, how to break up with the second burrito.
One day a week I teach at my alma mater. I absolutely love it. The only down falls would be the commute and the time of one of the classes. One of my classes goes straight through the lunch hour. And y’all, I am a hungry girl, I like to eat on time. So usually by the time I get to my lunch I am ravishingly hungry. I could tear into my packed lunch plus some. Well on this particular day, I was beyond hungry and had apparently decided to pack a smaller meal. Yikes. Bad combo. I scarfed down my food, and contemplating licking my plate after it was gone. I decided not to participate in such primal activities in case a student happened to take advantage of my office hours and stumbled onto my escapade. I am a dietitian after all, teaching future dietitians, I need to have some composure towards food.
I went into the second class after my office hour break and still felt the growling of my belly. As the class came to a close it was inching on 5pm, my other normal eating time. I knew I could NOT make the one hour commute and traffic with this predicament. I needed sustenance and did not have any. As I envisioned all the quick stops on my way out of town I remembered a taco place I use to love when I was in college. “All right!” I thought to myself, I can stop there and get my old favorite, stuff my face on the way home. Win win. Whipping into the order lane I was devastated with the wait. Apparently everyone else had thought taco Tuesday was a good idea also. Finally, as I reached the order menu I noticed my tried and true college favorite had increased prices. “Hmmm inflation. I still need two.” I had ordered the black bean and rice burrito, which had increased price by $1, but I remember they were quite the snack size. One would NOT do the trick. As I pulled around to the window and was handed my bag of goods, I quickly realized the burritos were MASSIVE! Holy Moly look how big they are now, this is definitely not my old snack size burrito. I thought to myself, oh well I will just eat one and save the other for my husband. He will be tickled pink.
This is where the struggle began. I should have wrapped that second burrito up and stuffed it in the back seat out of reach. I should have broke up with that burrito right then and there! Foolish am I to think I had any sort of self-control at this point in the game. I had not eaten enough in the day and my body was reaching hangry. The unfortunate place between hungry and angry. I quickly devoured burrito number one. Large and in charge, delish and done. Wow. It was good. I am unsure if it was my hunger which made that burrito the best tasting black bean and rice combo I had ever had or if it was actually that good. Either way, I looked over at the second burrito, it was staring at me. The self-talk began. “No, No, the burrito was huge, you do NOT need another one, just leave it.” Ok, all good. In the clear, thoughts elsewhere, drink some water. Try to think of anything but the fat fella calling my name in the passenger seat.
“Oh just 1/4 of the burrito will be enough. I am still hungry. I needed it.” Down with a fourth. Wrapped it back up, tucked it away in its cute little bag where it could not see me anymore and I could flush my mind from the temptation.
A few miles later, stoplight.
“Oh just half. Half will not hurt. I mean common how you gonna make it home with this hunger still present.” “NO NO, do not do it. You have had enough.” Back and fourth. The war within my hungered soul. Can you guess what happened? I ate half. With only half left I thought “NOPE you are done. You do not need this. You can do this. Have control.”
Stoplight number three. Are you kidding me?!
Once again, I looked at the wrapped up half perched in the passenger seat. “I mean you have basically eaten the whole thing and I am just so tired it will help me get home.” “NO you fool. You have already been down this road. Have control, do not go back to him!” Yes. I called a burrito a him at this point. Why? Because I was mad at myself for the lack of discipline I was currently having and the conversation was about to be between me and this burrito. “Get away from me you dangerous morsel of deliciousness!” Why didn’t I toss him in the back? Stop to drop him off at a trashcan where he belonged. WHYYYYY? Finally, I caved. “It will not hurt, just eat it.”
The remaining drive home I decided I would call my friends to be reprimanded. Someone needed to keep me accountable to myself to ensure I would not do it again. HA! Oh the war within me. The lack of self-control. The burrito who just won’t go away. Whatever it may be. I write this to encourage you. Even someone who knows food, self-control, health, and the whole she-bang messes up. Even someone who has been trained to teach themselves and others hunger cues has fallen short and landed herself two gigantic burritos in. Do not beat yourself up for the mistakes you make, just try try try again.
You can and you will. We all make eating mistakes. The issue is not the mistake it is the repeated offense. You know better and so do I, so let’s break up with the second burrito.
Much Love & Sass,
Your Local Dietitian