Trying out something new for Sunday Meal Prep…
I’ve been trying to write a post to pinpoint my feelings on eating out for a very long time. I always got hung up because it is such a fearful topic for me. It wasn’t until I went out this past week that I really got clarity on what I had to say.
Let me know if you can relate to this: because I was always “on a diet”, eating out was a very taboo thing to do. I despised not knowing what was in my food, feeling like I couldn’t control my portions, and feeling like I had to stick to my diet, but most of all I hated to eat in front of people.
We’ll talk about the hating to eat in front of people in part two but for now let’s address those fears from eating out. So this past week I made plans to go out to dinner with a friend. Totally normal, right? Since I’ve been fighting my fears of weight gain and battle with ditching the scale I have gotten so much better about eating out.
Needless to say when my friend suggested going to a gluten free pizza place, I started to freak out a bit. I thought I had passed my fear of eating out so why all of sudden was there a lump in my throat? Why was I scanning the menu to see if there was a salad I could order instead? Multiple thoughts ran through my head before going: would I have the energy at CrossFit the day after? Would I have a major “fat day” the following day? Would I eat everything in sight after eating the pizza? All this fear over a piece of gluten free pizza. Seriously.
It was after this minor freak out that I realized something; this was about so much more than just the “pizza”. This meant I was letting go of another one of my “food rules” I had created in my mind. If I fought this and went out and had some gluten free pizza I would realize that it was totally okay to eat it. I would see my progress and most of all enjoy my time with my friend. So I went, I ordered gluten free pizza, paid attention to my hunger, and enjoyed it. Not once did I actually stress about what I was eating while I was there.
This story has two main points, one is I want to show that I too still struggle and I plan on continuing to struggle, but I also plan on fighting. Had this been a year or two ago that pizza would have never been eaten, instead I would have eaten a bowl of lettuce, and gone home starving, probably left to eat more than I would have with just the pizza. Either that or I would have cancelled with my friend, and yes I was that bad.
Now while this certainly caused me some anxiety I was able to get through it and totally enjoy myself and I absolutely think you can too. My other point is that I was totally fine eating the freaking pizza. I ate it, was satisfied, woke up normal and hungry the next day, and had plenty of energy to work out. So the next time you start to freak out about breaking a “food rule” you have created or get that major anxiety rush that eating out can cause, I want you to reality check yourself. Ask is it worth the fear? Is it worth the obsession? Take that leap and step outside your comfort zone. You might surprise yourself
Anyone else struggle with eating out? What creates the most fear for you and how have you overcome it?