I love traveling the country to talk about Binge Eating Disorder; I also genuinely love educating and helping others. . Every time I’m in a new city I have short bouts of opportunity to explore and take in the sites – new places, new peoples, and of course new restaurants. That is, if I’m lucky enough to have a few hours left in the day. People and their perceptions are probably the single most interesting thing I find in other cities. I know, not really what you’d expect to hear. But, it’s true. And as you can guess my little assessment of people is played no more so than it is with waiters and waitresses – and the love/hate relationship with the food they serve me and my subsequent paranoia that everyone is privy to my deepest, innermost tho
ughts surrounding food..
I live in Los Angeles. While my binges still occur where I live, I tend to shy away from restaurants and public eating for fear I’d divulge my embarrassing secret. Yet, whenever I do go to a restaurant while on a binge I will order a TON of food. At times, I’ve ordered so much that the waiter would actually say, “Sir, I think that’s enough food.” – By the way – how embarrassing is that? There is truly nothing worse than being scolded by your waiter for ordering too much food. After all, the more food they sell you, the more they make in tips.
But, so long LA, this week I’m in Nashville, and what a completely different experience. While my binges are less frequent than ever before, I still slip on occasion, and this trip was one of those.. Today I went to lunch hungry. Not a good start. My flight arrived at 5 o’clock in the morning and I had done nothing but sleep for the better part of the day. That’s not a good mix for someone with BED.
I was at the restaurant, and the waitress came up to me, “Sir, what would you like to eat?”
I responded as if already expecting a snide comment, “Don’t judge me but I am going to order an appetizer, salad bar, and a chicken sandwich” – keep in mind I would not consider this a binge as I felt in control and had no intention of eating it all. In fact, I couldn’t even eat half of everything.
The waitress responded with “I would never judge you Go big, or go home here in Nashville.”
WOW, what a completely different response than in Los Angeles! You mean to tell me I am not being judged on my size or how much I eat – thank you Nashville!
I find it so fascinating, depending on the city you are in, how people view eating and your size differently. However suffering from Binge Eating Disorder, I wonder if living in a city where eating as much as you want is totally accepted how that would affect me and my recovery.
I would love to hear if anyone has had similar experiences. For me I felt somewhat uplifted. Would this experience be a positive one to help me overcome BED, or would it work to the contrary? I don’t know. But, to the people of Nashville, and that one special waitress, you made my day.