Monday, August 16, 2010

Diet Advice, Social Eating, and Feminism

(Cross-posted at Unapologetically Female)


You know the standard diet tips that are always showing up everywhere? The ones we've all heard a million times, but the magazines keep printing them, and the thin and bubbly morning news anchors keep filling segments with them? Sometimes, I feel like the media is droning out an endless Lost-style radio signal telling us to take the stairs, use smaller plates, and stop eating hours before bedtime.

While I find the repetition of many of these tips mildly annoying, there's one that I keep seeing that really gets under my skin: the one that advises we avoid eating alone.

The logic behind this tip is that people who consume most of their food in the presence of others apparently let their self-consciousness about appearing gluttonous get in the way of stuffing their faces. And while this advice may work wonders for some people, it's totally lost on me for a couple of reasons:

1) I've realized over the years that I'm what you might call a social eater. For me, food -- especially junk food full of sugar and starch -- is more fun when it's being shared. While I can stay on track with a healthy eating plan with few problems by myself, I often find a way to use getting together with friends as an excuse to stop caring about what I'm putting into my body. Sadly, this has meant that the times in my life when I feel the most fulfilled socially are also the times when I tend to gain the most weight, and rededicating myself to health and weight-loss often means having to isolate myself for a while in order to develop new habits.

Part of the problem is that I feel like I'm less fun (maybe even less me) when I'm ordering a salad instead of fries and drinking water instead of soda. I've never smoked, and I rarely drink, but I imagine the psychological process involved is similar for people who smoke or drink socially. I have this strong feeling that such indulgence is somehow necessary to my good time. Remember that study that came out a few years ago claiming that people with fat friends are more likely to also be fat? It made sense to me, because I think people just like surrounding themselves with like-minded people who enjoy similar things. Katie and I talk a lot about how there are so many people out there who just don't seem to care about food the way we do, and we both agree that it's much harder to relate to these people socially. Similarly, I doubt someone who thinks a party isn't a party without alcohol would get a lot of enjoyment from hanging out with me, but if you're always in the mood to get together and consume a large pizza and a tube of raw cookie dough, I'm your girl.

2) Those who know me well know that I'm a raging feminist who resents how women in our culture live in a regime in which we are constantly judged by our behavior and appearance and encouraged not to take up too much space. And the "friendly" dieting advice telling us not to eat alone actively counsels us to yield to insecurities derived from societal rules about how much and what types of foods women should be eating. In a culture in which we are are constantly taught that men are entitled to rich foods in large amounts and women are not, diet advice that encourages this sort of self-surveillance in women (anyone else read Foucault in college?) serves to further entrench gendered oppression and inequality.

My problem is that my feminist consciousness makes me want desperately to rebel against diet culture, even though I often actively participate in it, and that creates an ambivalence in me about eating that makes me go back and forth between trying to eat really healthfully and wanting to lash out at the diet industry by eating whatever the hell I damn well please, thankyouverymuch. It's not that appetite and/or fatness are inherently feminist, but in our sexist culture, unapologetic appetite and/or fatness in women is inherently political. And throughout my life, I have taken a special pride in being able -- in the presence of others -- to "eat like a man". I don't know that it's ever even really occurred to me to worry that people might think I'm eating too much, but I hate it when other people know I'm watching what I eat, because it makes me feel antifeminist and stereotypically girly.

I'm interested in hearing what others think about this. Do your individual health goals sometimes end up conflicting with your self-image or your personal politics, and if so, how do you deal with it? Which conventional diet/fitness/health tips annoy the crap out of you?

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It's a good tip if your friends are all skinny freaks, I think. I find that eating a healthy lunch at work is easier because I'm surrounded by one guy who eats a 6" Subway sub every day, one guy who has a small plate of chicken and rice, one guy who can't finish a whole pastrami sandwich, and one girl who eats Jenny Craig food. There are a couple of people who eat a lot, but I have to remind myself that they either work out constantly or don't care about their weight. I do feel self-conscious about how much I eat, though, unlike you; on Free Pizza Fridays, I allow myself one whole slice and the toppings off of one or two more slices, and I sometimes wonder if people are judging me when they see me with a pile of slices on my plate. And once, someone saw me with a huge plate of food and asked, "Wow, are you actually going to eat all of that?" I had already planned to save half of it for the next day, but it made me feel really awful and judged. When a skinny person eats a lot, it's a feat, but when fat people eat a lot, it's sad.

I just don't LIKE people who don't eat junk food, though. I think a little part of why our friendship is so strong is that we really loooooove a lot of the same foods and don't make each other feel stupid about how much or often we feel like eating. Some of the times I love Kamran the most are when he's taking me for fast food at midnight, and some of the times I feel most rejected by him are when he's questioning my love of raw cookie dough (AS HE DID IN THE GROCERY STORE IN ORANGE COUNTY ON OUR VACATION, WHEN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENJOYING WHATEVER I WANTED).

Like you, I also feel funny about having people know that I'm watching what I'm eating, but I think that's because I don't want to publicly fail. It's one thing to be stagnant when you're not trying, but when everyone hears you talk about how you wish you were eating a chicken parm but never sees you lose any weight, it's embarrassing. I do like people knowing, though, if it means they'll politely question me when they see me eating a cupcake.

Also, OMG, did you see the episode of "Degrassi" with the huge zit-removal device ad implanted in it? Sooooo annoying.
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The fear of having people see me fail is an issue for me, too.

I'll just never forget how utterly SAD it made me when I was a teacher to see ALL of my female colleagues heating up their tiny Smart Ones frozen dinners every day at lunch and counting their daily Weight Watchers points in order to decide if they were allowed to have a lite yogurt for dessert. And diet-talk seemed to take up WAY too much of their lunch conversation, and it just made me sad for women in general. I'm sure having a mom who was obsessed with her weight contributed to this too, but I just knew I NEVER wanted to be like that. And I guess I'm not, because low-carb feels so different than those starvation diets. But somehow, knowing someone is dieting makes me feel like they aren't enjoying their life. And that makes me uncomfortable and sad for them.

it's also especially hard for me to be "caught' dieting, when I want so badly to be a proponent of Fat Acceptance and to show that I don't think body fat is objectively bad. Trying to lose weight is sort of the opposite of saying that fat bodies are okay, but it's sometimes hard to think only about the health benefits of my diet and not get some pleasure out of seeing the scale dip.
Amen and hallelujah. For me, right now, the biggest problem with encouraging bad habits isn't friends, it's my boyfriend. See, his friends are all vegetarian health nuts, but he's from the south and loves to stuff his skinny gullet with large, large portions. He loves to deep fry food, or make delicious, buttery indian specialties. And it's so fun to eat with him! And he honestly hasn't seemed to care at all about how fat I've gotten! Of course, I do. Not just because of how I look in photos, but because of how I feel. It's just less comfortable to have a big belly. My clothes don't fit and I'm too poor to buy more (not that I'm too poor to buy really good cheese and eat it all, or too poor to buy a bunch of wine and drink all of that, no no).

And I agree on politics. I hate feeling like my desire to be thin is about a desire to look like people do in magazines because I find that idea and those people disgusting. Also, since I know there's no way they'll read this, some of those fitness freak vegetarians? They have man arms. No thanks. I don't want sinews on my arms. Yikes.
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Portion size is one of the main draws of low-carbing for Tracey and me. As much as I hate giving up regular pasta and cupcakes, I know I'd totally fail on a calorie-counting diet where I was only able to "fill up" on unbuttered popcorn and celery. My last trip to Ohio was amazing, because Tracey and I decided to try to stick to our plan but were still able to eat nonstop because she was prepared with rutabaga spaghetti, sugar-free green tea truffles, and low-carb fudgesicles.

I'm not trying to convince you to go low-carb or anything, because you've already said you don't think it's right for you, but I'd like to mention that I totally eat buttery Indian dishes all of the time, just without the naan and rice. The cool part about low-carb is that you still get to eat the best parts of every meal even if you don't get to eat all of the parts. And with something like the Belly Fat Cure, you can still eat hard taco shells, English muffins, and pitas, so convenience isn't an issue.

Even though I think your non-man-arms look great, the comfort thing is major, so keep eating that cheese (and even some wine!), but stop letting your boyfriend bread your deep-fried food. Soapbox! Soapbox! Soapbox!
If I went back through my life and created a line graph of my weight, it would show how my weight has skyrocketed every time I get comfortable in a relationship. Being single was always the best diet for me.
I actually just had a semi-breakthrough as I was beginning to comment on this post. I was ABOUT to write about how, despite the fact that I am horrifically judgemental 97% of the time, I usually don't bat an eye at what people around me eat (unless it's a jealous eye, because I want what they have) and that because of the way diets contradict each other so frequently I'm a firm believer in figuring out what works for you individually ...

And then I thought about this co-worker I once had, who was super fat and would do things like order Dominoes and have it delivered FROM THE BUILDING NEXT DOOR every day for lunch, and scarf a giant cupcake at least 3X/week ... and I totally judged her. Every day. Like I'd be sitting there eating a log of goat cheese all by myself and thinking to myself how SHE should be eating a salad without dressing because SHE was gross.

I didn't really come to any resolution following this breakdown or anything, just thought it was interesting that I had one.
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My comment went on for like a hundred more paragraphs, but it kept telling me to split it up because it was too long and then that kept not working! It was something about peanut butter cups though, mostly.
Um, YES. This is the story of my life. Basically, I don't think other fat people should be allowed to eat in public. They should be shamed. Except for me.

I can be pounding a 3 Musketeers on the bus and drive by a fat chick eating a McDonald's burger and think, "Oh, wow, at least have the decency to consume that alone in the dark in your seedy apartment." But that's because I know that I very rarely allow myself a candy bar yet assume that she eats McDonald's every day.

My co-worker Jack says he's judging you for that goat cheese as he eats his tiny plate of plain rice.
I find that I only mentally judge people for what they're eating when I'm being very straight-laced on my low carb diet and feeling great. But I totally hate myself when I catch myself thinking that someone shouldn't have something on their plate or in their shopping cart. Or the thought that if they only just KNEW how easy it would be for them to go low carb, that weight would come off of them sooo fast. But then I catch myself and remember that not only is it NOT easy, it's also none of my business.

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