I love peanut butter, particularly the “chunky” version with bits of peanuts.
I especially love peanut butter on freshly opened, crispy graham crackers.
I love chunky peanut butter on crispy graham crackers with glass of cold milk, all the colder for leaving empty glasses in the freezer.
I love peanut butter for its “ease as a food”. It’s creamy, tasty, lingers on the pallette, has an “aura of healthy” (“Hey, it’s peanuts and peanuts are okay, right!?), convenient, . . .
I love peanut butter on graham crackers with a cold glass of milk . . late at night . . because . . well . . maybe I’m just a “little hungry” . . and because at some point in my life I got the idea that I might get hungry in the middle of the night if I didn’t have a late night snack (“Hungry? In my sleep? Really?”) and, besides . . . it’s only peanut butter . . and it’s not a bad snack . .
Anyone else crazy like this? Do you have an internal “rationalizing dialogue” about a favorite snack food or snacking habit? One that, beyond a reasonable doubt, is contributing to either sustaining or worsening a weight gain or being overweight?
I am both sorry to report and, concurrently, happy to report that I have removed peanut butter as a staple from my kitchen cabinet, my house and my shopping list. And that’s nothing against peanut butter, a food I still worship for all its tasty, creamy, satisfying goodness . . :p
I am sorry to report that sometimes, in life, life changing action must take on what I see as biblical proportions in order to be effective. Essentially, if “A, B or C that gets us into trouble . . such as the effects of obesity, in part the result of improvident snacking behavior . . then it would be better that we “cut it out” (peanut butter/impulse eating, not appendages) of our life . . rather than face the consequences of our systemic (brain? neuronal?) weakness or mental programming.
So, since I have pulled the peanut butter . . and graham crackers . . from the shelves and the house, and not bought any replacements or backups or emergency jars or boxes . . . my weight has been dropping.
It’s not just the peanut butter and crackers at play in the weight loss, but I am 100 percent certain that dropping that 250 plus calorie habit is playing some role in where my weight is currently headed, i.e., downward closer to a realistic weight for my height and age.
Consider this food for thought: sometimes the simplest solution to bad food eating habits it to simply not have the food around. Don’t put it on the shopping list. Don’t buy it. Don’t put it on the shelf. If you do buy it, on impulse, sure it would be great to “give it away” . . but if that isn’t happening . . then do the next best thing and if you can’t give it to the birds or other critters . . toss it.
Before you get tossed in to the “damaged or ruined by obesity bin” that continues to grow across our culture and the world.
Cut it out. Claw it out. Cut if off. Give it away. Don’t buy it. Throw it out.
And keep doing that until you are the master, not the servant, of the bad food habit.