But, Butter Makes Everything Better
By The Bourbonista on August 30, 2012
But, Butter Makes Everything Better 08/30/2012
So, I am prone to what Frank refers to as “Tinter Tantrums,” which are the 44-year-old version of the classic two-year-old temper tantrum. They involve screaming and crying, accompanied by some physical action equivalent to a toddler throwing themselves on the floor and kicking. My most recent tantrum was about my weight gain of thirty pounds since meeting my husband.
I bellowed, “You did this. It’s your fault. I’m fat, and it’s all your fault.”
All the while I am grabbing my belly, which now lies around my lower abdomen like a giant unbaked croissant, and shaking it at him.
I don’t remember exactly what provoked me. But, this outburst was probably brought on by him either suggesting a Dairy Queen Butterfinger Blizzard, asking if we could go through the Indi’s Chicken drive-through on the way home, or dropping a stick of butter in something I was cooking that was otherwise healthy, which he does often and defends by saying, “But, butter makes everything better.”
YES, butter makes everything better which is why I have a closet full of caftans, which I attempt to claim are a fashion statements, when actually they are the only thing that I own that fits anymore.
I recounted the incident to my next door neighbor, Renee, who may be a witch…but a witch in the best way. She’s the kind that knows herbs, communes with nature, understands the workings of the world, and is centered in the power of her womanhood.
She explained, “I know it is counterintuitive, but you must love it to lose it. You must embrace your stomach.”
“Duh…I did. I embraced it with both hands and shook it.”
“You know I didn’t mean literally. I’m just telling you what worked for me.”
Now, Renee has successfully lost 60 pounds without succumbing to any crazy fad diets or hours of exercise. When asked how, she says, “I simply redefined my relationship with food. I actually started tasting it. Just slow down, taste every bite, and stop when you’re full.”
I can genuinely say I have NEVER been full. Not after Thanksgiving Dinner, not after inhaling a whole large Good Fellows pizza by myself, not even after winning a Twinkie eating contest…Never! Food always swears if I just eat one more bite I’ll feel completely satisfied…food lies. Another friend, who has also lost in the 60 pound range, suggested low-carb, so I went to the grocery and loaded up on string cheese and broccoli and lunch meat. Then, Monday morning, my first interview of the day was with the guys that own Lexington Pasta. They are just as charming and handsome and generous as you would expect two half-Italian, half-Spanish men from Venezuela to be. When I left, they sent me off with a bag of fresh garlic and herb pasta. Screw Low-Carb! I prepared it just as they told me—boil two minutes until al dente, drizzle with good olive oil, and top with Parmesan cheese. It was a revelation in a bowl.
I realized the only way I am ever going to have the healthy relationship with food that will lead to only eating as much as I need is to stop treating it like an abusive boyfriend who apologizes and sucks me back into the relationship with promises of deliciousness, only to abuse me again. I am going to treat food like a friend. I have decided, in my own version of the first section of “Eat, Pray, Love,” I am going to give myself one month to eat whatever I want, and actually enjoy foods company. I am going to try to actually taste my food without imbuing every bite with guilt. I am also going to be kinder to my belly. I will look at it in the mirror without cursing. And, I will not shake it.
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