Dieting is probably my foremost hobby. It might even take precedence over my two other main interests, which are 1) lying on the sofa complaining of feeling faint like a Victorian anemic and 2) staring at myself in the mirror. Of course, dieting for me just means eating healthily, because my idea of eating whatever I want includes sandwiches composed of whole baguettes with an entire pig’s worth of prosciutto, several slices of pepperoni pizza, and entire pints of ice cream in one sitting. The world in which I can eat as I please is a world in which raw kale does not exist. (Baked kale chips can stay.)
So it only makes sense that, however unpleasant it may be, I force myself to eat in a reasonable, controlled manner, which means cutting out some of my favorite foods altogether. Once I get them in front of me, I cannot resist, and then I’m eating all of it, because food is my drug. Which leads me to this: much like the gravitational pull of your favorite flavors can put you induce a drug-like euphoria, being forced (by a self-imposed or otherwise mandatory diet) to stop eating high-fat and high-sugar foods can cause withdrawal symptoms and depression. It’s science! Keep reading »
Every Thanksgiving and Christmas, my mother makes two different kinds of dip. One is an onion dip, made by combining a tub of sour cream and a packet of onion soup mix. The other is a beef dip which I think is just warm pastrami all chopped up and combined with uh, another tub of sour cream? Whatever it is, it’s sheer insanely delicious meat-magic for your insides. My mom makes them because her mom used to make them.
She serves the onion one with ridged potato chips and the beef one with Fritos (I KNOW RIGHT?), though I can attest that, in a pinch, chips are not required to enjoy them. She got the recipes from her mom, who also made both dips for the holidays. That’s right — it’s a family dipdition, sat-fat style. Zero shame in that game. Keep reading »
This piece was cross-posted with permission from FatNutritionist.com. It was originally published before Thanksgiving but we are crossposting it here with the rest of the holiday season in mind.
It’s true, Thanksgiving is a weirdly imperialist semi-genocidal sort of holiday, but hey, at least we can enjoy the tradition of getting together with family and eating a bunch of mashed potatoes!
Or can we?
If some people’s relatives had their way, the answer would be a resounding HAHA, SUCKER! Because certain people exist only to make your food-eating life as a fat person (or a whatever-sized person) miserable.
So, here’s the thing: whether or not you are fat, you are the only person who gets to decide what food goes in your mouth, what tastes good, and how much of it makes you feel full and satisfied. No matter how many busybodies and dietary conspiracy theorists get in your face, you are still the only one who can decide. Keep reading »
Have you ever gone to a restaurant with your guy and ordered a milkshake with two straws? Yes? Well, that’s adorable. A milkshake is a nice item to share. Sure, it’s cliché, but at least there’s no mess.
But what about other foods? Is it romantic to share an entrée and to feed each other your dinner? After reading this article on The Gloss, I’ve decided that I think it’s gross when couples feed each other in public. And there are certain foods that, if I saw a couple feeding them to each other, would make me absolutely nauseous. Such as:
1. Spaghetti. Eating spaghetti by myself is a chore. I always end up with sauce all over my face and noodles falling out of my mouth (please tell me I’m not the only one). I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have a set of hands that aren’t mine feeding me this messy dish. It would most likely end in the restaurant being cleared out because our fellow diners are disgusted. The “Lady And The Tramp” thing is just a fantasy! Read more…
I’ll preface this Crave by saying I am literally Craving this right now, and as soon as you try it, you will be too. I consider myself fortunate to be able to say that ice cream is my only vice — well, aside from brut, brut rosé, prosecco, and any and all other varieties of sparkling wine beverages. I have also been known to get adventurous in the freezer section of the grocery store from time to time. Last night, my audacious nature while shopping for food led me straight into the arms of something called Adonia, which I feel is my destiny. A derivative of delicious gelato brand Ciao Bella, this new Greek frozen yogurt is fat-free, doesn’t contain any artificial sweeteners, and happens to be just 130 calories per serving (75 a pop, if you go for the bars), but what you want to know is how delicious is it? So, so delicious — cold, creamy, and smooth, with a texture somewhat like a more frozen Pinkberry. It comes in seven flavors (vanilla, raspberry, blueberry, key lime, peach, mango, and espresso), with bars in peach and blueberry. The peach is my favorite. You want to eat this. Adonia is brand new, but should be on the shelves of your grocery store of choice by the end of the month. [$6.99, Adonia by Ciao Bella]
A few weeks ago, I was sitting at my boyfriend’s living room table, alone, in the middle of a weekday afternoon, my laptop open, trying to fend off both a cold and a bad mood. I was frustrated that I couldn’t pick amongst the multiple documents I had open that required my urgent attention, and angry at myself for feeling tired and frustrated, a vicious cycle of inertia and self-hatred. Rationally, I know that I’m lucky to be able to be my own boss and make my own schedule, so when I fall down on the job, I get upset. I was also antsy because I was in suburbia; I live in New York City, and right outside my door, within a one-block walk, are a bagel shop, a diner, three 24-hour delis, a nail salon, a dry cleaner and more. Where he lives, I can walk for coffee in just five minutes, but I’m pretty much the only one walking. I felt trapped, and stressed, and cranky, and turned to something I thought would soothe those feelings: food. Keep reading »
It’s not that Claire Simmons doesn’t want to eat any other food, it’s that she physically can’t eat anything other than pizza. The 33-year-old British woman has what’s called Selective Eating Disorder, which means that she hasn’t been able to eat anything other than plain cheese pizza in 31 years. A rare subset of eating disorders, Claire’s selective eating disorder causes her to balk at any other food–making it virtually impossible for her to choke down anything other than tomato pie three times a day. Keep reading »
According to a new study, if you want to eat less of your giant plate of food, use a giant fork. Researchers at the University of Utah found that fork size affects people’s food consumption when eating large portions by making them feel as if they are making a more significant dent in their meal. “People do not have clear internal cues about the appropriate quantity to consume … They allow external cues, such as fork size, to determine the amount they should consume,” said researchers. Really? Have we gotten to the point where we need a large fork to stop us from gorging ourselves? What if we just served ourselves an appropriate amount of food and stopped eating when we were full? Just a thought. [Live Science] Keep reading »
Eating was so 21st Century. Forget about eating, “whaffing” is the way we’ll be consuming food in future. A real life Willy Wonka, Professor David Edwards, has invented a new way to eat … by inhalation. The Le Whaf, which looks like a cross between a bong and fishbowl, allows you to cut calories without sacrificing the flavor of your favorite foods. Find out how this revolutionary invention works after the jump. Keep reading »
Esquire.com recently posted a “personal catalog” of 30 “likes, dislikes, habits, and rules” about the way men eat. I haven’t thought much about it before, but looking at this list, I suddenly realize that men and women are practically opposites when it comes to mealtime. After the jump, 10 habits and rules for men from Esquire, plus our own personal catalog of 10 likes, dislikes, habits, and rules about the way women eat. Keep reading »