Why mealtimes suck
Intuitive eating is so 2018
Six small meals a day or 3 big ones?
Remember the old school of thought that you had to keep eating every 2-3 hours to "rev up your metabolism" or else it would slow down and you'd *gasp* gain weight? I know it sounds crazy, but tons of people believed this (myself included)! But as with any health advice, check yo'self before you wreck yo'self.
If our ancestors didn't eat every 2-3 hours because they were, you know, sprinting across the plains hunting their dinner, seems unlikely that they'd become obese. But what do I know?! I sure as hell wasn't there.
However, that's not to say I'm against snacking (in fact, before I settled on the name avokween, I dabbled with the idea of snackkween). If you're hungry in between meals, EAT. Because of diet culture, we have conditioned ourselves to feel bad if we don't eat at certain times that we deem "acceptable."
Think about a time when you woke up and had breakfast.. but an hour later you were hungry again. When I had a disordered relationship with food I would a). "give in" and have a snack, but then beat myself up for eating, or b). wait it out and not eat until it was "lunchtime" -- and in my mind, an appropriate time to be eating. How insane is that?!
Our bodies are incredible machines. If there's one thing I've learned in my 25 years of life on this planet: LISTEN TO YO GODDAMN BOD.
You think you can outsmart it. You think you can eat zoodles when you're craving pasta. But body always wins. Suddenly it's 10pm, you're a shell of a human because you didn't eat what you were truly craving (pasta) - and you find yourself face-first in a jar of nut butter. I don't wanna say "I told you so," but if you just went for the pasta in the first place..
You know what else is funny? I used to hear this advice all the time. And I'd think to myself, "Yeah.. well I'm going to be the exception. Other people may not be able to outsmart their body, but I can. I can survive on zero carbs and only eat vegetables and STILL live my best life!"
And whaddya know, my body won. Humbling, ain't it?