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Ain't nothing like the real thing

Posted Nov 18 2009 10:00pm
The latest kick around my workplace is PB2. PB2 is a powdered peanut butter produced by Bell Plantation. It's essentially the by-product when peanuts are squished to make peanut oil. Reconstituted with water, PB2 is ideal for those times when carrying a jar of regular peanut butter is inconvenient - hiking, camping, long-term storage. And I'm happy to report that the website emphasizes these uses for their product. Kudos to Bell Plantation for that!!

But somehow, someone thought of using this product every day as a substitute for peanut butter. And apparently, it is all the rage around weight watchers circles.

So, it begs the question, can it really be used as an everyday substitute for peanut butter?

On the insistence of a friend (who gifted me with a jar from her order,) I replaced my morning tablespoon of peanut butter with a serving of PB2. I followed the directions and reconsituted it with water. It smelled and spread just like the regular variety. Tasted a little different, but still was very yummy.

But you know what?

Most days, I foudn myself eating more throughout the day.

How, do you ask, can that be?

Because my body needs the fat in real peanut butter. My brain must have fat to function.

One of the women who extolled the virtues of this product in a spin class a few weeks back said, "And if you are still hungry, you can have another serving and still eat less fat and calories!"

Oh isn't that wonderful???

No. It isn't wonderful.

My body needs fat. If I deny it the essential fatty acids it needs, it will insist that I find it by sending cravings that will not go away until satisfied.

I'm slowly learning that if I give my body the real deal (full fat, full caloried versions of the foods that I love,) I enjoy it more. I feel fuller longer.

I'm slowly learning that I really can trust myself around food. That my greatest fear of losing control and eating until I'm the size of the moon (into which my eating disorder played to keep me starving myself) won't ever happen.

I'm learning that it is okay to eat. It's okay to enjoy real food - natural peanut butter, ice cream with caramel and nuts, cakes with fresh fruit and cream.

The real thing won't hurt me.

And you know what?

There really isn't anything like the real thing.
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