Fading memories of Lancashire (cheese)

Hmmm. I’ve just done exactly what I’ve been trying not to do for the last week, as advised by Beyond Chocolate. I absent-mindedly shovelled down my dinner down while sitting at the computer working and didn’t stop for a moment to tune in or get ‘intuitive’ about it all. Did I really taste it? Did I buggery. It was a yummy oven-baked jacket potato with Lancashire cheese as well, and now I can’t even remember eating it.

The process does take some getting used to, so I can’t be too harsh on myself (isn’t that what I’ve consistently done with diets? It’s time to stop) and what’s more, even though my dinner is now but a chewed up sludge in the pits of my stomach, it’s not too late to get in tune, this very instant.

What am I experiencing? I do feel full. One of the principles of the book is to only eat when hungry, and to stop when you’ve had enough (or at least, it says to acknowledge whether you do feel satisfied, or full. The choice is yours if you carry on packing it in like the silicone stuffing in Jordan’s breasts).

I'm a bit too full actually (not dissimilar to Jordan's bra, then). And strangely enough, since I read Beyond Chocolate this hasn’t really happened to me, because I’ve been ‘checking in’ on my satisfaction levels every few mouthfuls or so. A learning curve then, taking no notice of what I eat can make me fat! I’d have probably stopped at the last tomato, if I’d been taking stock, and the Lancashire cheese would still be making its impression on my taste buds.