Satisfaction and My Challenge

To all those diets that told me I don't know what I like, you are wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Shaking my fist at you!

I love whole milk. I love butter. I love real cheese. I love a delicious whole grain dark bread made at our local bakery. I like homemade foods better than anything store bought. I love grilled chicken. I love steak. I love in season fruits from the farmer's markets. I love fresh oranges full of juice. I like whole pineapple, but not canned. I love mangoes. I love honey on toast with butter.

And dieting made me think I was stupid. And needed guidance. That I didn't know what it meant to feel satisfied.

So I ate cardboard food, washed down with precious no calorie milk. I snacked on popcorn without flavor and cheese that would not melt. I bought pre-packaged, pre-set, pre-"foods" that consisted of nothing but a alarming list of things I cannot pronounce. All the while, being told, "eat this", "drink that", "do this", "don't do that".

What a waste of my life.

Seriously.

What a waste.

I KNOW WHAT I LIKE.

I knew all along.

Watch out world. This chick is done with your diet crap. I am eating my whole foods and I will enjoy them with absolute, unadulterated, satisfaction.

Because guess what?

Butter satisfies. Real milk does too. So does a slab of meat.

And because I'm satisfied, and because I enjoy my food, I stop eating. Each and every day I make decisions to stop eating.

The horror.

I'm undoing everything you said about me.

Oh little diet leaders, you were wrong. And I'm here to prove it to you.

*Challenge to me-when I am hungry, I will eat something utterly satisfying in front of dh. To be eaten at  a time when it is not mealtime. Unnerved? Yeah? You can do this girl. Every. Single. Day.