I really do. I have an addiction and it is pretty bad. My dog Olivia has two jars — in fact, she cries (yelps of joy) when I take it out for her. For her, I put it in her Kong along with honey wheat bread or a mushed up banana. But the problem is that Olivia and I have a hard time practicing proper portion size when it comes to opening a jar. But we kind of created a solution. Some days we fall off the wagon, but like all of you out there (and I guess those dogs that can read blogs) we are human… er, dogs, I don’t know. What I mean is that dietitians and perfect dogs (okay, sorry for that one) aren’t always perfect.
So I have to side on the idea that deprivation can be the enemy. If you keep me from eating something, I want it more. In college, for example, I was resistant to peanut butter because it was fatty, high in calories, especially for such a small serving size. But, there I was, sleep eating — eating my roommates jar of Skippy. It wasn’t until for my birthday she bought me a 5lb tub of Skippy for myself and said, “Here. Eat your own.”
I demolished that jar. And felt like the fattest person ever. Not only that, my stomach hurt for days. Months. Years. Okay I am exaggerating. But for a long distance runner, high fatty foods prior to a run just causes for incredibly awful memorable GI experiences that will ruin you. Anyways. I gave up PB entirely for like, 5 years.
Enter 2013. I decided to try this non-deprivation thing and just eat whatever I wanted, in moderation. At first, it felt very bad ass, like I was doing something wrong eating chocolate for no reason other than the fact that, well, I wanted it. But I started off with just bits at a time. In fact, I froze them at first, because they take longer to eat that way. A handful of FROZEN Reeses in your mouth are not as easy to chew and enjoy… one at time, I suppose I should try. Those teeny bits, eliminated my urge to eat an entire bag of Reeses Pieces (the LARGE bag). And so, I tried pita chips, then Cheetos, then ice cream (that won’t really work, ever… sorry, my downfall — I eat it after long runs now so I don’t feel guilty), then mixed nuts (so easy to overeat)… and then, peanut butter.
I stared at the jar… as if I lost already. But I didn’t let it defeat me. I used not a perfect portion, but at least half of what I normally would. I ate it on graham crackers. I ate them and put the box and jar away. I then began to do something to keep me busy, such as throwing ball with Olivia. And then… I didn’t GO BACK TO THE JAR! I ate it and was satisfied! I DID IT!
So, okay… yes, I own 9 jars. But, they are all different (cinnamon raisin, coconut, chunky, white chocolate, PB2, honey, natural, regular, etc.)… and it just depends on my mood or what I eat it with. I will mix PB2 and water, heat it in the microwave and pour over freshly popped popcorn. Those 9 jars, have stayed in my cupboard for months. I feel like I am a grown up, or something.
The whole point of this? Give into your deprived wishes… the things you think you cannot have. And in reality, in moderation, peanut butter is such a healthy and nutritious addition to the diet. In fact, I lost weight this past year eating whatever I wanted. You deprive yourself you want more, simple as that. I lived proof of that, and I am no longer sleep eating for peanut butter. And by the way, explain that to your significant other the first time they sleep over. Geeeesh. Awkward.