Funny how after four months of weekly cheat days with some truly stupendous pigouts, I’m now looking forward to a gentle, mindful meal tomorrow afternoon.
I want to savor tastes and smells. To tune in to gratitude. I don’t want a bloated gut or mind.
And so when it comes time for dessert, I think I’ll have a slice of infinite pie.
This is a trick from my early diet days, when I’d mentally draw a slice of pie on a plate and fill it in with as many different kinds of dessert as I could fit. In theory, I could get an infinite number of pie slivers in that space, so long as they were small enough.
I’d really pack it in: cookie fragments and peanut M&Ms filling the gaps between thin slices of three or even four kinds of pie. Because I still felt powerless in the presence of sugar and carbs, unable to resist dwelling on them even if I managed to avoid eating them.
Of all the things that feel precious and scarce to me, I can’t say that about food anymore. I’ve got another cheat day coming up soon, several more before the holidays are over, and there’s nothing I really want that isn’t easily attainable.
Knowing my difficulty with making decisions, though, I may have trouble choosing just one kind of pie for Thanksgiving dinner. So I’ll remember to take out my infinite pie slice. But I hope that instead of making it with greed, I’ll do so with the reverence that Thanksgiving – and infinity – deserve.Happy Thanksgiving!