I just keep on blogging about demand feeding, don’t I? I do actually have other things on my mind that I intend to blog about, such as the hairy, scary beast called Exercise, but right now I’m going to talk about demand feeding and my rejection of wafer cookies.
They came in packages of vanilla, chocolate, and pink (which I think were strawberry). I loved them as a kid, though in truth, I loved just about anything made out of sugar.
Since I started paying closer attention to what my body wants to eat — and then actually eating the food my body requests — I’ve been slowly wending my way through the foods that I wasn’t allowed to eat as a kid. What I’m finding is that, after I eat a moderate-to-large amount of whatever the food is (c.f., Little Debbie Creme pies), it doesn’t actually taste that good to me.
My memory of the food is, it seems, not very accurate. Or, possibly, it IS accurate, but my taste buds have matured past the age at which snacky cakes and wafer cookies were forbidden. After all, when I was 8, if I had known about sushi, I would have run screaming from anyone who tried to get me to eat unagi, but NOW — well, I don’t exaggerate when I say that I could probably eat sushi every night and not get sick of it.
So my 36-year-old taste buds are not impressed with the foods that my 8-year-old self was banned from eating. This shouldn’t be as surprising as it is, particularly when I remember the Great Cereal Rebellion that took place in my first post-college apartment. The only cereal that I ate for about 6 months during that first heady rush of “My own place! My own place!” was Frankenberry. Because, of course, I wasn’t allowed to eat it as a kid.
The thing was, I got tired of Frankenberry after those 6 months, and, in fact, am not terribly fond of super-sugary breakfast cereals now. I guess I was actually engaging in demand feeding back then, without knowing it had a name or a purpose. (Of course, all other forbidden foods were still forbidden.)
And that’s what I’m seeing now — I don’t want the wafer cookies (they have a weird bitterness under all the sugar), and the oatmeal creme pies left my tongue with a waxy coating.
I wonder what I’ll discover I actually *enjoy* eating, as this process continues? Other than sushi, of course; my love for that continues unabated.