m<strong>in</strong>dful EATINGEnd<strong>in</strong>g the Warwith Weight:M<strong>in</strong>d<strong>full</strong>y Transform<strong>in</strong>g Body ImageBy Peter KuhnOOne morn<strong>in</strong>g, feel<strong>in</strong>g serene and well-grounded after meditat<strong>in</strong>g,I took a m<strong>in</strong>dful shower. Awash with gratitude I stepped out with asmile and looked <strong>in</strong> the mirror. All I saw was my big belly and lovehandles. Contented joy vaporized <strong>in</strong>to distress. I berated myself,obliterat<strong>in</strong>g peace and the morn<strong>in</strong>g’s merit. Breath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>, I realizedthe thoughts and feel<strong>in</strong>gs I was consum<strong>in</strong>g were toxic. Breath<strong>in</strong>gout, I released and attended to them. My suffer<strong>in</strong>g had someth<strong>in</strong>gto tell me. How do I cultivate peace and compassion for all sentientbe<strong>in</strong>gs when I f<strong>in</strong>d parts of myself unacceptable?<strong>The</strong> body scan from the Satipatthana Sutra* has been afantastic tool:“Further, the practitioner meditates on his own body from thesoles of his feet upwards and then from the hair on top of his headdownwards, a body conta<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>in</strong>side the sk<strong>in</strong> and <strong>full</strong> of all theimpurities which belong to the body: Here is the hair on the head,the hair on the body, the nails, teeth, sk<strong>in</strong>, flesh, s<strong>in</strong>ews, bones,bone marrow, kidneys, heart, liver, diaphragm, spleen, lungs, <strong>in</strong>test<strong>in</strong>es,bowels, excrement, bile, phlegm, pus, blood, sweat, fat,tears, grease, saliva, mucus, synovic fluid, ur<strong>in</strong>e.”<strong>The</strong> m<strong>in</strong>dful penetration of each body part cultivates understand<strong>in</strong>gand gratitude. I appreciate their miraculous design, theirunique and <strong>in</strong>terdependent natures. Each part serves and supportsall others; each part serv<strong>in</strong>g and support<strong>in</strong>g my life and transformation.In time I penetrated my fat with the same equanimity asmy heart or lungs. When judgment and aversion were overcomean old knot was untied.With right concentration, I see that fat is stor<strong>in</strong>g energy forfuture use and is an evolutionary survival tool. My eye of understand<strong>in</strong>gcan now see fat as battery packs <strong>in</strong>stead of a cloak ofshame or nemesis. My heart softens and I suddenly appreciate myfat as a precious gift and see that it is here to serve and supportme, too. “Oh, my poor misunderstood fat, I am here for you.” Ith<strong>in</strong>k of loved ones and others who are unable to ga<strong>in</strong> weight dueto illness, of the millions who are starv<strong>in</strong>g, malnourished, or lack<strong>in</strong>genough to eat. For the first time, I am able to thank my fat andexpress real gratitude that it is here for me. I appreciate that it iswork<strong>in</strong>g well and car<strong>in</strong>g for me by stor<strong>in</strong>g energy for future use<strong>in</strong> times of fam<strong>in</strong>e, drought, or hardship. With an open heart, I letmy fat know that I’m grateful it’s here for me but I do not needthis amount of energy stored presently. With deep s<strong>in</strong>cerity and asmile I let my fat know that I am work<strong>in</strong>g for its liberation as wellas my own. Look<strong>in</strong>g deeper, I see that liberat<strong>in</strong>g stored energy frommy body makes it available elsewhere, <strong>in</strong> another form, where aneed may exist. Noth<strong>in</strong>g is wasted <strong>in</strong> nature.Energy transforms,Neither produced nor destroyed.Weight is not the enemy,I bow deeply to my fat.When I embrace my pa<strong>in</strong>, distorted perceptions are revealed.I ga<strong>in</strong> understand<strong>in</strong>g and <strong>in</strong>sight; <strong>in</strong> this case, a new perspectiveon the way I view my body and weight. Look<strong>in</strong>g deeply I touchthe reality of impermanence, non-self, and <strong>in</strong>terbe<strong>in</strong>g. Accept<strong>in</strong>gmy fat, new peace and happ<strong>in</strong>ess are born.M<strong>in</strong>dfulness practice led me to exercise. <strong>The</strong>re were timeswhen I wanted to quit a workout early. I learned to exercise forthose who cannot do it themselves <strong>in</strong>stead of just ‘tough<strong>in</strong>g it out’for myself. I th<strong>in</strong>k of my hospice patients at the VA Hospital, thewounded, ill, lame, and <strong>in</strong>carcerated. I can work for them and myancestors, for my dead son, David, and the uncountable masseswho would give anyth<strong>in</strong>g for the good health and freedom I enjoy.Interbe<strong>in</strong>g supports and susta<strong>in</strong>s me on all levels.Th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g of others helps me practice m<strong>in</strong>dful consumptionas well. I can transform hunger pangs from a self-centered panicbutton to a m<strong>in</strong>dfulness bell. My hunger becomes “the hunger,”shared by millions, most of whom lack the choice of when andwhat to eat. Small self becomes the large self.I vow to liberate stored energyTo benefit all be<strong>in</strong>gs.Eat<strong>in</strong>g m<strong>in</strong>d<strong>full</strong>y for nutrition,Transcend<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>dulgence.38 Autumn 2009
EATINGMy eye of understand<strong>in</strong>g can nowsee fat as battery packs <strong>in</strong>steadof a cloak of shame.Even as a vegetarian my relationship to food can be unwholesome.I’ve used food as a drug, but thought of it as a comfort as Ieat to escape my feel<strong>in</strong>gs, fill a void or f<strong>in</strong>d pleasure. When I eatsweets I’m compelled to keep eat<strong>in</strong>g them. I tell myself, “This is atreat,” and “I deserve this pleasure.” When f<strong>in</strong>ished, I’ve consumedthousands of nutritionally void calories without satisfaction. I’vewatered seeds of <strong>in</strong>dulgence and gluttony, not well-be<strong>in</strong>g andhapp<strong>in</strong>ess. If I am m<strong>in</strong>dful of my feel<strong>in</strong>gs I know that I am suffer<strong>in</strong>g.Buddha taught that there is a cause and end to suffer<strong>in</strong>g.My suffer<strong>in</strong>g has someth<strong>in</strong>g very important to tell me. Pierc<strong>in</strong>gthe cloud of denial and illusion, I see that eat<strong>in</strong>g for taste aloneis a root cause of my suffer<strong>in</strong>g. <strong>The</strong> end of this suffer<strong>in</strong>g is eat<strong>in</strong>gfor nutrition. I no longer mistake sweets for someth<strong>in</strong>g wonderful.Not eat<strong>in</strong>g sweets is the real treat.When appetite calls I know I’m alive.<strong>The</strong> fire of transformation ignitesA calm<strong>in</strong>g smile.All is well.I’ve dropped three pants sizes <strong>in</strong> the last year and am <strong>in</strong> bettershape than I’ve been <strong>in</strong> a long time. Even so, one look <strong>in</strong> the mirrorat my rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g pot belly and that old tape, “What’s the use?” canpop up, shadowed by doubt and futility. Breath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>, I recognizemy old friends. Breath<strong>in</strong>g out, I know these are just thoughts andfeel<strong>in</strong>gs. Embrac<strong>in</strong>g them I smile. Breath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>, I know I want tolose more weight. Breath<strong>in</strong>g out, I know the pounds are dropp<strong>in</strong>g.Slow and steady. Breath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>, I know I am do<strong>in</strong>g well. Breath<strong>in</strong>gout, I smile as my practice grows stronger and supports me.I question my thoughts, feel<strong>in</strong>gs and perceptions as they arise.D<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g at a friend’s house I was offered homemade chocolatemousse and politely decl<strong>in</strong>ed, feel<strong>in</strong>g quite good about myself. <strong>The</strong>hostess had worked hard on her creation and my wife expla<strong>in</strong>ed,“Pete doesn’t eat sugar any more.” Crav<strong>in</strong>g arose immediately.Breath<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>, I observed a small voice whisper<strong>in</strong>g, “See whatyou are miss<strong>in</strong>g? You can’t have that.” For that <strong>in</strong>stant, mousseseemed like the key to my happ<strong>in</strong>ess. Suddenly, eat<strong>in</strong>g it seemeda greater act of <strong>in</strong>dependent volition than decl<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g. An expressionof freedom! Other thoughts started to dog-pile on the first:it would make the hostess very happy if I broke my diet for hercreation, I don’t want to hurt her feel<strong>in</strong>gs, I adore chocolate, itdoes look great! Breath<strong>in</strong>g out, I recalled the pa<strong>in</strong> I’ve experiencedfirsthand from unm<strong>in</strong>dful consumption. I reaffirmed mywell-be<strong>in</strong>g, know<strong>in</strong>g I could eat whatever I wanted right here andright now. I was not “miss<strong>in</strong>g out,” but ga<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g solidity <strong>in</strong> freedomfrom suffer<strong>in</strong>g. I politely expla<strong>in</strong>ed to them, as well as to myself,that I had not “stopped” eat<strong>in</strong>g sugar or dessert, but was choos<strong>in</strong>gnot to, just for today.<strong>The</strong>re is no diet to stick to,I am not stuck.<strong>The</strong>re is no renunciation.I eat for nutrition.Am I feed<strong>in</strong>g my liberation or my suffer<strong>in</strong>g? Thay expla<strong>in</strong>s,“True love cannot exist without understand<strong>in</strong>g.” Sometimes, whatI perceive as love is a mislabeled distortion, a romantic guise forobsession. I’ve loved food all my life, but the nature of that lovewas self-centered gratification. As I practice m<strong>in</strong>dful eat<strong>in</strong>g andthe Five Contemplations, my love of food is no longer based solelyon gluttonous self-centeredness.Hunger pangs r<strong>in</strong>gA m<strong>in</strong>dfulness bell.In a moment’s pauseI taste the <strong>full</strong>nessOf my great essential nature.As I cultivate true love, it radiates, <strong>in</strong>side and out. When I’mawake <strong>in</strong> the present moment and I know what I am eat<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>in</strong>the mundane and greater sense, the nutritional value of my meal<strong>in</strong>creases. I am enriched on all levels and d<strong>in</strong>e on the miraculous,feed<strong>in</strong>g my awakened nature and physical form. Absta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>gfrom meats I’m cognizant of the great harm caused directly and<strong>in</strong>directly by the consumption of animals, engag<strong>in</strong>g compassionfor all creatures and our mother Earth, and truly generat<strong>in</strong>g the“peace, well-be<strong>in</strong>g and joy <strong>in</strong> my body, <strong>in</strong> my consciousness and <strong>in</strong>the collective consciousness” that the Fifth M<strong>in</strong>dfulness Tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>gdescribes. <strong>The</strong> taste of love is sweeter than chocolate mousse.My fork rests between bitesInvit<strong>in</strong>g <strong>full</strong> awarenessOf habit energy and what I chew.When I focus on weight loss there is no satisfaction. I can’tlose it fast enough and fear ga<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g it back. I want to lose weightbut it isn’t my goal. <strong>The</strong> practice is my process and the process ismy goal. <strong>The</strong>re can be no failure, only an aspiration.<strong>The</strong> spoon and I <strong>in</strong>ter-are.She breathes.We release between bites.I am deeply grateful to my teacher, Thay, who helps me turnwalls to doors while cultivat<strong>in</strong>g true love.*See Exercise 7 <strong>in</strong> Heal<strong>in</strong>g and Transformation: <strong>The</strong> Four Establishments ofM<strong>in</strong>dfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh.Peter Kuhn, Deep Transformation of the Heart, lives <strong>in</strong> SanDiego, CA with his wife Jackie. He is a recover<strong>in</strong>g addict, cleanand sober 23 years, and practices at the World Beat CenterSangha, the Still Ripen<strong>in</strong>g Sangha and Sweetwater Zen Center.the M<strong>in</strong>dfulness <strong>Bell</strong> 39