Breaking Free from FOMO and Food

My husband Randy is a homebody. A born introvert, he would choose an evening playing basketball out front with our two grade-school boys or reading a Barbara Kingsolver novel on the couch, rather than leave the house for a night out on the town.

For me, it’s different. I’m an extrovert, and I like to get out and connect with others. But over the years Randy’s perspective has rubbed off on me, more than mine has on him—and our life is probably more peaceful and less complicated because of this.

Knowing his preference for a quiet evening at home was why I was surprised when he mentioned wanting to go to one of the many holiday parties we’d been invited to a few weeks back.

This particular party was an annual event and it had been a few years since we’d attended. A fun evening with friends sounded great to me and so we rsvp'd yes.

The day of the party arrived.

Before we left our house I ate dinner. Randy didn’t. In fact, I think he purposely skipped lunch that day.

Once we arrived at the party, Randy quickly stationed himself close to the catered buffet table and didn’t budge.

In the pauses between conversations, I looked over at him and it appeared he had one agenda—to eat to his heart’s content. Oh, he made small talk and shot me some smiles from across the room, but I could see his main mission was to devour lots of everything that was on that table.

I had gone his route before. In fact, I knew it really well.

I used to have FOMO—fear of missing out—with food. If I went to a party, and there was food, I ate it. A lot of it. I felt like I didn't have a choice in the matter. I told myself that I didn't want to hurt the host's feelings, but it was much more than that. Food used to have a magnetic pull on me and I always ended up eating past the point of comfort. I’d leave the party feeling stuffed, swollen and disgusted that I had done it again.

This was my story for decades.

Today food no longer happens to me, I make it happen for me.

What does this look like?

Going into this particular party I knew what kind of food would be served and that it wasn't going to do me any favors. I made the decision that I wasn’t going to eat or drink any of it ahead of time. I did this so that I wouldn’t try to trick myself into thinking just one bite and then find myself at the table overloading a small plate with everything in sight.

With my husband still stationed at the buffet table, I reconnected with a couple who I hadn’t seen in years. The wife told me that she was healing from Lyme and that she was being very careful with her diet.

Knowing that I’m also intentional about what I eat, the husband mentioned, “You two have to be careful, but I can eat anything I want.”

“Oh, I can eat anything I want" left my lips before I realized what I was saying.

He cooked his head and looked at me oddly. “But you can't eat most of the things here.”

“Right, I only eat what I want to eat and I don’t want to eat anything here.”

I honestly felt that way.

The food on the table was beautiful, with all the right ratios of sugar, fat, and salt to be extra delicious and irresistible. But it wasn't quality. It was cheap and it would have filled me with frustration, shame, and exhaustion, later.

It's not that I'm trying to not eat those foods, I don't eat those foods period. When I’m present, I have zero desire for certain foods that are made with little to no integrity.

However, if I go on autopilot and let my mind wander to French fries after I drive past a Wendy’s my mouth may water. But I could never eat just a handful. And so I’ve decided that I’m done. Like, 100% done. Oh, I can still eat fries, but my homemade ones are made with sweet potatoes, coconut oil, and sea salt—quality ingredients that won’t betray me.

I’ve made this decision for life and feel so much freer because I’ll never ever have to make this choice again.

How did I do this? I no longer look through the lens of FOMO. Instead, I use JOMO—the joy of missing out—as my compass.

I like to describe JOMO as feeling content with intentionally staying away from something as a form of self-care. It's the act of choosing to say no to something you would normally say yes to, on autopilot, that would cause negative feelings later.

I went to that holiday party with a happy stomach. I ate a simple and satisfying dinner at home and once at the party was able to focus on the conversation instead of the food.

When I looked at the table I saw it for what it really was and knew I wasn’t missing out on anything but a self-inflicted belly ache and extra pounds on the scale the next morning.

This mindset shift—going from FOMO to JOMO with certain foods—was enabled by an identity shift. I’ve gone from seeing myself as a person who went to parties for equal parts food and connection to a person who goes to parties for connection only.

I don't miss the food, and I no longer need to try the food at a party to make it feel like it was a complete experience.

The concept of JOMO has liberated me. It’s freed me from the hold certain foods had on me. It’s made my life more peaceful, lighter, and happier and I feel like a new person. A person with new and better beliefs about myself and about what I do and don’t do.

I eat to live and live to eat. I choose foods that nourish me and I don't sacrifice flavor.

The next morning I felt great.

Randy’s story was different.

And that's okay. He planned ahead for the belly ache. In his case, he willingly signed up for the consequences and didn't create any extra drama around it, which was something I used to do.

What about you? When it comes to your goals, would you like to show up differently? If so, explore the joy of missing out when it comes to letting go of the behavior that's getting in the way of where you are and where you'd like to be.