Challenging fear foods: Wraps

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 I am scared of wraps. How silly. I know. 

What particularly worries me about wraps is how they don't really satisfy me. I would need to eat 2 or 3 wraps to feel properly full, yet my ED brain tells me that I am only allowed one at a time. 

So, this week I am going to eat a wrap every day because this is the key of turning them from fear food to safe food. Recovery is about repetition to rewire the brain. Right now my brain thinks wraps = danger, because I get anxious every time I eat them. It is time to show my brain that nothing happens when I eat wraps.

(And no, they are not low kcal wraps)


Day 1 - Rutabaga Wrap

 

Day 2 - Soy chunks with yogurt sauce and black garlic



Looks kinda horrible but soy chunks are bomb. They are dry soy granulates that when soaked in broth become a fairly good beef substitute.


Day 3 - Broad bean quark wrap (super spicy)




Day 4: Tuna yogurt wrap 

(forgot the inside pic)


Day 5 - Broccoli Rice Yogurt Wrap


I am not feeling very strong today. Hence, this very pitiful wrap. But at least I did it anyway.


It still came out looking pretty decent and tasted amazing and full of crunch.

Day 5 - Bonus!!!

Since the first wrap didn't go so well and I was only able to fill it with some pitiful salad and broccoli rice, I challenged myself again in the evening and got a takeout vegan chicken wrap. I didn't feel good after it, but it needs to be done.


Day 6 - Banana Wrap




The package is finished. That was it. And I even had an extra wrap. Am I now less scared of wraps? Maybe. Time will tell. Only through repetition can I overcome these fears. And writing about it definitely makes it a lot more fun while also holding me accountable. 

Onto the next challenge.













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