Beating the Buffet
Oh, buffets. The inner Fat Kid’s version of Disney World. And I work at Disney World, second best buffet center of the world, bested only by Las Vegas! Clearly, my dietary demise at the buffet needed to be bested. Not going out to a buffet with the roommates is simply not an option!
I understand that it’s sort of a “given” that, when going to a buffet dinner, you’re going to splurge. For me, the splurging isn’t the problem. Everyone needs a good splurge sometimes. For me, the problem with buffets was (is) that I eat way too fast. It’s another one of those “Eating habits that just won’t go away” kinds of things. As previously stated, I’m also a grazer. If food is in front of me, I’m eating it. So what was happening was that I’d go to the buffet and not just over eat, but over eat to the point where my stomach actually hurt and the whole thing became unpleasant. Something needed to be done! Thus, I came up with my own “buffet rules.”
Rule 1: I can only make ONE plate of food (not including salad and soup or dessert). So, anything I want to taste has to go on that ONE PLATE. This means that I take only a small spoonful of the pasta, one rib rather than three, one scoop of veggies, one small portion of fish, half of a piece of corn bread etc., etc. You get the idea. The goal is to have a “smattering of flavors” rather than a full, or even half portion of each. This allows my palate to be satisfied without overstuffing myself. Salad gets one small plate and soup gets one half of a ladle.
Rule 2: I choose one person sitting close to me who eats slower than I do. I pick one food on their plate (say, green beans) and I say “I can’t start eating the second half of my plate until so and so is done with their green beans.” This way, I slow down the amount of time it takes for me to eat the one plate of food.
Rule 3: I don’t get up to have dessert until most of the rest of the table is ready for dessert. Why? Because if I go get dessert when I am ready, I will be done by the time others are getting their desserts. What happens then? I’m staring at them still eating yummy scrumptious dessert and I don’t have any more so I go and get more! So I just avoid the situation all together by waiting on others to be ready.
Rule 4: I make everyone promise to take a long walk with me when dinner is over, right there in the restaurant’s neighborhood. The walking helps the digestive system to work better, thus alleviating some of that “overstuffed” feeling.
I know this all may sound like a lot of “rule making” but I try and think of it as a game. I still get to taste everything, so I’m not missing out. I still leave completely stuffed, so I’m not denying or depriving myself. But, as a result of my rule game, I’m also not in pain as I walk out the door of the restaurant, begging my friends to roll me home.