Food hangover.
Wherever you may be this post-Thanksgiving Day, you are likely experiencing the same bloated, tryptophan-induced coma that I am in. As I lay here in a stupor contemplating how yesterday's indulgences are being converted to ass-fat, I can't help but smile remembering the garlic mashed potatoes and pumpkin cheesecake. Classic comfort food mixed with maybe a dash of emotional overeating.
I have struggled with weight my whole life. In the last three years after two pregnancies, my weight has swung up and down by 80 pounds or more at a time. I know how to lose weight, but I can also put it on like nobody's business. With this history, I certainly know what all the
doctors,
nutritionists and
fitness gurus have to say about holiday eating and comfort food. We should look to food as fuel. We need to remove the sentimentality we have attached to such high-calorie favorites as mac 'n cheese and sweet potatoes swimming in brown sugar and topped with marshmallows.
{Pause for drool.}
So in the midst of my Thanksgiving recovery, I take a moment to observe my daughter who is enjoying her own feast at the breast. This girl is going to town! She is in bliss. Her little legs are kicking in delight and she's stroking my breast like her favorite puppy. The mere sight of my areola elicits peals of infant laughter. (I am glad to know this is because she is happy to see my breasts, not because of the cruelty of gravity.) Upon further reflection I realize no one comfort eats like a baby breastfeeding. I whip out the boob not only when she is hungry, but when she is tired, when she is sad, when she is hurt, when she is anxious. Certainly this must be emotional eating at its finest. Boob juice is her comfort food. This need to suckle and nurse is a deeply ingrained survival instinct. So if our natural human tendency is to seek food for comfort (despite what all the experts advise) aren't we all basically screwed? It's time to call bullshit! Time to break out the eatin' dress, a bib and a shovel and succumb to our primal urges. It is our evolutionary destiny to gorge on leftover stuffing!
And yet,
studies have shown that breastfeeding reduces the risk of children becoming overweight. In fact, the longer you breastfeed, the lower the odds of your children being overweight. Hmmmm... so where is the disconnect? What do babies innately know that we have forgotten? Let's take a moment to examine this: