Time is such a weird thing, no?
I mean, back in cave(wo)man days, the only sense of when people ate was gaged by 2 things: their tummies rumbling and, I’m assuming, the sun (and whether or not the men brought home the bacon).
So who was it that dictated 12:00 as the time to eat lunch? Or 6:00 for supper? or 8:00… 9:00… for breakfast?
Okay, of course I know that these general times sync up with the moon and ocean tides and energies of the sun and connect with our digestion system and all that cool Ayervedic stuff. But what about eating one of these “meals” at a completely different time than one of these alleged numbers? What does that even meeeeeean!?
Thanks to Laura and Arman for hosting the weekly celebration of eats.
I have some pretty whack rules stuck in my brain. Where or when they became so engrained – I wish I knew. In the silence of my own thoughts, they seem extremely rational and worldly and just kind of, “common sense.” But when spoken aloud – as they were with my counsellor last week in a rather amusing and humbling conversation – I begin to see them for what they are: “WTF!?!”
Let me reenact a little of that last week’s conversation for you…. eh hem…
Me: “Well I couldn’t do that because I was going to be having dinner in like 2 hours.”
Counsellor: “Excuse me… what?”
Me: “Dinner was going to be in two hours. That’s way too late to have a snack.”
Counsellor: “Wait a second. Says who?”
Me: “I don’t know…. Me?…”
Counsellor: “So you’re telling me… there are certain amounts of time that have to go by between when you eat?”
Counsellor: “Okaaay. So, what other little “rules” are there up in that brain of yours?”
Me: “Um, well, I don’t know. There should be four hours in between all meals. And like, three in-between an afternoon snack and dinner. Lunch is at like 1:00. A snack can be at like, 2:00. 2:30. But then dinner has to be at like 6:30….”
Counsellor: “Then what about in-between breakfast and lunch?”
Me: “Oh no, there isn’t enough time for one. There is only like 4 hours.”
Counsellor: Silence. “I… see……”
Me: “………Oh my god I sound completely INSAAAANE!!!”
Cue face plant.
So when my counsellor “challenged” me to have simply one day where I throw all my timing “rules” to the wind, I had little intention to do so. Even less did I expect this test to sort of happen – completely on its own – this last Monday.
7:15 am. The earliest I’ve probably ever eaten breakfast. Because, you know, “breakfast shouldn’t be before 8:00 am. I haven’t been awake long enough if I eat before then. I’ve only been awake for like… 2 hours…”
FACE PLANT NUMBER TWO.
Cold baked potato with butter and sour cream + 2 scrambled eggs with chives + coffee
Began at 10:30 am. 10:30!
Excuse me… stomach…What? It’s only WHAT time and you are actually hungry!? Can I even call this “lunch?” Well when you feel hunger for the first time in over a week, you eat your wrap at whatever goddamn “time” it happens to be.
Grilled Vegetable Wrap with Hummus and melty Monteray Jack
12:00. Because Father Time said you should eat at noon, right?
Cocao Almond Bana Krisp Crackers. Have you entered my giveaway for a chance to win these wholesome and delicious little guys!?!
3:00. But I have to eat earlier than normal tonight, so I shouldn’t “ruin my dinner.”
FACE PLANT NUMBER TWO.
Because when you get a desperately needed break at work, soothing overrules time.
Matcha Almond Brownie + 2% Americano Misto
5:20. And sometimes your busy schedule and needing to start another shift at your comfortable dinner time leaves you no other choice than to eat a little earlier than “normal.”
BBQ chicken breast + sauerkraut + grilled sweet potato + salad + a slew of hidden edamame bean
10:00 pm. And then sometimes you make a plan to get DQ with your brother, but – of course – HE has zero sense of time and thinks nothing of it when he picks you up at 9:45 instead of your expected and comfortable night eating time of 8:00. But you are hangry (from all that waiting grumble grumble) and still want that flippin ice cream dammit, even if you will be finishing it in bed and falling asleep in the next half hour.
DQ Salted Caramel Truffle Blizzard.
Moral of the story. Time is just a number. Hunger and listening to when your body wants sustenance is the only thing that matters – not the numbers that your phone screen or office clock tell you. Not the “normal” or “allowed” eating times that society – and my brain – has fabricated. Your body can’t tell time. It could care less whether it is 2:00 am, 7:00 am or 11:00 pm. It knows what it needs and its only “rule” is that it will tell you when to feed it. So let’s do a little more listening and a little less dictating, ya?Click To Tweet
Do you ever find yourself stuck in timing rules?
Do you ever find yourself trying to hold off eating until a certain time?
Good morning dove, Can we go on a coffee date? So I can maybe tell…