Imagine a world in which you are parents of two kids who can’t get along. They bicker and fight. But then all of a sudden, they conspire against the parents and hatch a plan to play a prank together on the parents or get away with some nefarious scheme. 

Well, I recently discovered that two of my parts—my food indulger and my food controller—have been conspiring against me in this way. 

I was living my life, everything was fine. I was in the kitchen one day and I had an apple corer tool that cores and slices the apple. I cut up an apple, and there was a piece of apple stuck to the corer, so I popped it in my mouth. My rationale was that it was part of my apple. Another day, I had set up my breakfast grain to cook overnight in the slow cooker, and I woke up in the morning to discover that I hadn’t set it up correctly, so it hadn’t cooked, and I didn’t have any grain for breakfast. I went to the cupboard and got quick oats instead. But as I was popping it in the microwave, I licked the spoon. I stopped and thought, “Ok, this is part of my weighed and measured oats, that’s fine.” Another time recently, David gave me a new hot sauce to try. I checked the ingredients list and it was BLE compliant, so I got out a spoon to try it. I ate a spoonful of it—less than what a Bright condiment serving would be. But I ate a spoonful. 

Now these things started to weigh on me a bit niggle at my brain. One of my favorite sayings when it comes to my Bright Line Eating journey is, “Do what gives you peace.” So I ended up talking it over with someone whose approach to food recovery I really respect. What she said was: For me, when I sit down at the table, take a breath, and say a blessing, this stuff in front me which was formerly just stuff turns into food. At that moment, it becomes my food. That is the dividing line. Before that