Oink, oink

Yesterday was a very bad eating day. Maybe after months of Weight Watchers I've finally snapped. I'm starting to wonder if I have an eating disorder -- not anorexia or bulimia, but eat-everything-I-can-get-my-hands-on-ia.

I won't list everything I ate, as I can't remember it all and it would be too humiliating, anyway. As my friend Suzette Martinez Standring wrote, a food diary is "pornography on paper." Suffice to say that the list would be very long, and ugly.

I wonder if it's time for a different approach. A few years ago, I took off about 5 pounds by taking a look at my eating behaviors and making up a few rules to head off the most egregious ones. My rules were:

1. Sit down when I eat. At the table, with a plate. Not standing up in the kitchen, or anywhere else.
2. No second helpings. I can always have a snack later, if I need it.
3. Have a little (a little) dark chocolate after lunch and dinner.

Those rules were adapted from a book called The Fat Fallacy, which turned my low-fat-food-pyramid rules of the 90s on their heads. It was more about eating in moderation, like the French do, rather than policing the substance of everything we eat. The chocolate rule was about having a little treat and, as the book said, getting a little butterfat on board to help with satiety.

I still eat standing up, in the kitchen, where no one can see me, especially the kids. This cannot be good for me. If I'm sitting down to eat, it's an event that I have to own up to, not mindless grazing. So it's definitely time to revive that rule.

I'm not big into second helpings, although I do have them occasionally. I can watch that, too.

I'll happily get some dark chocolate to comply with that rule.

More fruits and veggies can't hurt, either.

This little pig is going French today. Wish me bonne chance.