Can't Get No Satisfaction?
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Can greater eating satisfaction lead to greater weight loss?
I CAN’T GET NO!
We all want satisfaction, don’t we, in everything we do or experience. As Americans, we consider satisfaction part of our birthright. But does weight loss success require us to eat dull, flavorless food for the rest of our lives?
The British want satisfaction too. In 1965, Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones recorded a song that (among others) I just could not get out of my impressionable 12-year-old head. The first verse is:
Can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
As song lyrics go, that's pretty inane, but as far as I know, Mick Jagger has never claimed to be a poet or intellectual. I now suspect (as I did at age 12) that Satisfaction has a sexual ("I can't get no girlie action") as well as a political theme. Today I'm going to use what you might call my artistic license (that I got by sending an application and $75 to the International Artistic Vehicle Department) and drive Mick Jagger's car down a new road.
THE SATISFACTION FACTOR
In their book titled Intuitive Eating, authors Tribole & Resch tell us that to overcome our eating problems, we must discover the satisfaction factor. They write: "The Japanese have the wisdom to promote pleasure as one of their goals of healthy living. In our fury to be thin and healthy, we often overlook one of the most basic gifts of existence--the pleasure and satisfaction that can be found in the eating experience. When you eat what you really want, in an environment that is inviting and conducive, the pleasure you derive will be a powerful force in helping you feel satisfied and content. By providing this experience for yourself, you will find that it takes much less food to decide you've had 'enough'.
In many ways, I think Tribole & Resch are on target. My weight loss surgery has forced me to take tiny bites, chew very well, and get every molecule of flavor and pleasure out of each mouthful of food, and as a result, I do get a lot more satisfaction out of my meals now. That’s one of the wonderful things about my post-op experience. If you told me that all I could eat for the rest of my life is stale crackers and lukewarm water, I’d be off my bandwagon in one swift leap. But can eating for the satisfaction factor really overcome my eating problems and make them a distant memory?
I don't think I overlooked the pleasure and satisfaction from eating back in the bad old days. Rather, I sought it in the wrong places and gave myself such massive daily overdoses of food that it lost its power to please even while it gained more power to drive me. Kind of like an addict needing bigger and bigger doses of a drug to get that precious high feeling: an addict whose hunger for that high drives him or her to a life of crime. I never committed a crime for the sake of food, but otherwise I behaved like an addict. I was ashamed of my food issues and eating behaviors and worked to keep them secret even while even a casual observer could see just from my size and shape that something in me had gone off its track a long time ago.
One of the reasons I wanted to hide my food problems was my fear of being judged by others. I don't think I was being paranoid. Even now, I have (slim) acquaintances who react to obesity in others as if it's an awful, shameful crime instead of a chronic disease. They see a super morbidly obese woman heaving herself out of the motorized shopping cart at Wal-Mart and whisper, "How could she let herself get that way?"
Well, those “normal” acquaintances (and many others) just don't know the "how" of obesity, do they? But we do. The sight of that obese woman bothers me, too, because I know far too much about what her life must be like, and I'm filled with compassion and pity and frustration when I watch her struggle to reach a package of Double Stuff Oreo cookies on the supermarket shelf.
The sight of that obese woman in a motorized shopping cart, and the overfeeding of America is a hot political topic now, but I hate politics, so I’ll pass up that aspect of obesity for now, and just suggest that you give some thought to whether your own healing should involve “becoming normal,” and whether or not WLS will send you down that road and keep you on track for the rest of your life. Me? I feel that I can’t afford to ignore my past as an “abnormal,” obese person, because of that short, fat blonde girl who lurks inside me, just waiting to get out. What do you think?