Tuesday, July 21, 2009


I've been away for the past week doing some family history research. So that meant eating out every night. I've learnt something about myself and I think it's a biggie. You know that huge overfull feeling you get when you eat too much? So full that you can't even be enticed by a piece of choc or the like afterwards? So full you feel like you've got a lump of lead sitting in the top of your stomach? Well that's how I felt on Friday night. We had dinner at the RSL club in Inverell. I had Beef & Guiness pie with veg & chips. Yum. It was very yum. It had huge chunks of beef in a yummy gravy with gorgeous puff pastry. So I ate it all. Even though halfway through, I knew I was full. But I shovelled it all down. I sat in our hotel room later feeling like crap. Not wanting to even look at food.

So here's what I learnt. I don't have to feel like that. I could've stopped anytime but didn't. I had to clear the plate. For the first time in a week, I felt hungry yesterday. And you know what? I liked it! I felt it. I wanted to feel it. Because when I ate, I knew how much I could have to feel OK. Not overly full, not even full. Satisfied. That's the word. Satisfied. Wow.

So today I felt hungry at 4.00. I had a cup of coffee & a muesli bar. Normally I would've had 2 (I love them!). But today, in order to be satisfied, I only had 1. And I was satisfied.

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