Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends – life. We work, go to parties, attend funerals, social engagements, weddings, bar and bat mitzvahs. All these things we do have 1 thing in common – food.
We all have to face times in life when we’re out-and-about (possibly feeling weak) and have foods thrust upon us, not in our control or of our choosing. Like so many of us, I become scared I won’t be able to control myself when it comes to the foods I consume while “schmoozing and boozing.”
When I attend special functions I’m always roped in by the intoxicating smells of the tasty catered hors devours – delicious warm mini-quiches, pasta buffets, sample platters, pigs in blankets, bread and cheese trays, dips, chips, salsas and more. My mouth’s watering just thinking and writing about it all. It doesn’t matter that I’m trying to eat better; when I see food at social occasions, I’m so tempted to indulge.
Making it doubly hard is the added pressure from the people around you at these things. I know people want to be good hosts, but I feel bad when I see they see I’m not eating much. I fear that they believe they’ve failed to provide a good enough spread. Then there are fellow party-goers who seem to throw food at you left and right. I know people are just trying to be friendly, but give a well-meaning but weak foodaholic a break! I’m trying to be good, and that kind of peer pressure doesn’t help.
The worst are office parties. In addition to the foods, there’s also the awkward feeling of obligation to eat poorly because you’re standing in front of co-workers. All eyes seem to be searching for the “odd one out,” the person not conforming by munching chips, eating cakes or drinking sodas. You know what I’m talking about. But enough, I say. Enough.
No matter the social occasion, it’s up to each of us to take control of those desires and control what we eat, even if we can’t control the types of foods in front of us. Just because these foods are there and in most cases free, does not mean we should treat them any differently than we do the other foods in our lives.
I’m human, just like you. These foods taste good and saying, “Look, I am trying something different and new, and not eating these unhealthy things” is sometimes the scariest thing a person can do. But this weight-loss journey is a constant thing we’re doing. No matter how fun the parties are and how good the foods can be, we must always keep in mind the consequences of what and how much we eat when we go out into that show that never ends.
For me, eating 10-15 mini-spinach and egg quiches (yes, I’ve done that in my life) isn’t cool if I want to stay at or near my promised land of 225 pounds. All of the events I’ve mentioned are all a part of real life. But there are smarter, braver ways to have food at these functions so you don’t betray the hard work you and I are doing every day.
A proper diet and regular exercise are processes I will be doing for the rest of my life. They are part of my show that never ends. And what continues to motivate me – having a 36-inch waist instead of the 58-inch waist I used to have – will help me live a hopefully longer, healthier life so I can enjoy, every now and then, the occasional mini-spinach and egg quiche.