Portions, portions, portions … sigh
OK, so its Sunday morning. We slept late, lounged in bed for a few, enjoyed our coffee, then Ken (my dear hubby) decides its time to whip up breakfast.
Now, some history - he is 1/2 italian - 1/2 french - and a fantastic cook. He 100% supports my quest to lose, as long as I am serious. If I complain about my weight but not do anything about it he has problems-its the attitude. If I am “fat” but put together and happy with myself - he is happy. If I am unhappy, he is unhappy - and will not hesitate to call me on my crap and tell me to do something about it. He doesnt say a word until I start complaining. He has loved me at my LARGEST and at my thinnest.
He does the majority of our cooking. He cooks from scratch - not a lot of box or canned or even frozen stuff, truly fresh “like his nana used to make” cuisine. I dont enjoy eating out - frankly its not as good as his stuff. He supports me by modifying the menu to accomodate my choice to eat low carb and healthy. He modifys how he cooks it too. Overall not so bad. BUT, he comes from a big family .. and is used to cooking in QUANTITY. I am talking huge portions, lots of leftovers - we could feed at least 8 people at any given meal .. including enough for second helpings and letting them take some home.
So back to this morning, he meandered into the kitchen and starts doing his thing. About 20 min later he hands me this omelette. Its OMG delicious. It seems healthy .. cooked in olive oil, portabella mushrooms, sauteed onions, little cheese for garnish. The portion he served me - are you ready for it ….. 902 calories. I about hit the floor. So I show him my calculations … he says “its all healthy calories - not a carb in the plate - eat it”. He served me a 5 egg omellete people. It was phenomenal. It took all my willpower to push it away and not eat the whole thing. I ate 1/2 … 451 calories.
Bless his heart - he meant well. But heaping platefuls - ugh. Growing up I was told to clean my plate. Its so hard to stop eating when I am full. I cant count the number of times I have eaten for my mouth, not my tummy. I dont truly know if I can recognize when I am full. I am trained to eat what I am served-period.
So here is my question - how do others do it? How do you train yourself to stop eating? My will power is strong, but a lifetime of non-portion control is tough to change. Any advice?
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