Day Five – Who is the boss here, anyway?

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So, I was just reading a note that a guy I went to High School wrote to another friend of mine.  He said that he “will not let thoughts of food control him.” I wish him the best of luck, but it brings to mind some stuff that I’ve been tossing over in my mind and since I need to knock something out this morning, it’s as good a topic as anything.

Obviously the food isn’t doing any sort of controlling. It’s a method of speech. It’s those damn brains of ours that do the controlling. Somehow the brain is sending out the commands to eat.

After I quit smoking, which my brain is still pissed off at me for, I found myself grazing. Just walk through the kitchen and grab whatever I saw and pop it in my mouth. All day long. I’m in the car 2 hours minimum on the way home. I used to get a few cheeseburgers for the drive. Just sitting them on the seat and munching as I tooled on down the road.

Recently, though, I’ve stumbled onto a little theory. With the return of my muse and the absurd behavior of a friend, I’ve decided that the brain is supposed to take my orders, not the other way around. I’m not going to let subconscious drives run me. (Or I am going to try. LOL. I have so many personality disorders that I can’t deal with all of them at once.)

I know it sounds silly. Taking control of your brain, but it’s the only way I can think of how to describe it. I’ve told my brain it is going to like Green Tea. It’s learning. I’ve told it is going to stop looking at food as anything other than fuel. It’s learning. I told it to like mushrooms… it drew the line at that point. Told me not to get cocky.

I guess all I am really saying is that we are smarter than our brains and it’s time we knocked it around and showed it who’s boss.

Till tomorrow fight fans.