I'm watching you. Yes, you. And you...and you, too. I'm not judging. But I am observing how you eat.
Back in 2008, when I was dieting and sometimes feeling sorry for myself, I would see you in a restaurant, eating something fabulous, and I would think "how can she eat that and be so thin when I can't" - and yes, there might have been some internal whining included with that thought.
When I finished my diet and was starting to figure out how to maintain my 100+ pound weight loss, I would see you in a restaurant, eating something fabulous, and I would think "it must be a special occasion, because there's no way a thin person like her can eat like that all the time and not gain weight" - and I felt better about the fact that I still had to limit what I ate in order to maintain my weight.
As the years passed, and the agony of how hard I'd worked to lose weight began to fade, I would see you in a restaurant, eating something fabulous, and I would think "yes, I can eat like her because obviously she can eat well and remain thin" - and I would order something that wasn't always the best choice for this formerly overweight person.
It's a process, this whole losing weight and keeping it off deal. I've had occasional blips, but I'm on autopilot most of the time, routinely turning down treats and pretty much eating my regular, standard meals. I like that food doesn't take such a strong, front-and-center role in my thoughts on a daily basis like it once did. Sure, special places or occasions will warrant more emphasis on food, but that's the exception rather than the norm for me now.
Jeff and I usually split our meals when we go out. While it works for us, I had the impression that this was not what most couples do. So I was a little jarred recently when we went out to dinner with some friends. Naturally, we were all talking so much that we could barely get our orders placed before rejoining the conversation. We had a great time, and it wasn't until our meals were delivered and we all paused to take a few bites that I realized, with the exception of one person, everyone else had either split their entree with their partner, or had ordered a salad. Huh. People eat like us. We eat like them. This is more normal than I realized.
Maybe I wasn't watching the right people all along?