On a recent visit to my parents’ house, I opened up the first jar of peanut butter that my mom has had in years. She’s often told me that she can’t keep peanut butter in the house, because she would devour the whole thing. I find this rather tough to believe, as my mom has more self-control than any person, male or female, that I’ve ever met.
I wonder why women are so afraid of certain foods? I don’t sit down with a pound of blueberries and dig in till the case is bare. I could, but instead I like to enjoy them over the course of a few days. A bar of dark chocolate is no different. But if someone saw the berries and the cocoaliciousness perched next to each other on my counter, it isn’t difficult to imagine which would be deemed “off-limits.”
Food is so commonly portrayed with the stigma of a wild, uncontrollable beast. If we give it an inch and taste a cookie, it will take a mile and demand we finish the batch. I’d guess the media is partially to blame, pounding us with mantras that result in a complete loss of trust in our own judgments.
I never want to feel that I don’t have power over my own decisions. That is simply not true. If an opportunity arises and I am interested in it, then I will choose to try it. That stands true for food as well.
My forbidden food list, which was once very long, no longer exists. I just had pancakes at a restaurant for the first time in two years. It doesn’t mean I will now have pancakes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But I can enjoy them if I choose to, just as much as I enjoy a salad when the mood strikes.
I’m happy to report that my mom recently enjoyed a peanut butter, banana, and raisin sandwich for lunch. And that jar I opened has not, in fact, been mysteriously consumed in one sitting. It remains in her pantry, waiting patiently, when she wants it.
Do you consider certain foods off-limits?