Dearest Food

Inspiration for this post comes from 30 Day Emotional Eating Journal Challenge

Today’s challenge is to write a letter describing my relationship with food.  We have been together for a long time, a lifetime in fact. I want you to know how important you are to me. After all, without you, I would literally die. But you are more than just mere substance, a means to survival. You are a crutch that keeps me from dealing with stress and upsets. You fill me up so that I don’t have to feel empty inside.

I have to say, you are a loyal friend. You are always there for me when I am anxious or bored, frightened or worried. I never have to face darkness alone.

You are also there during celebrations and good times. No matter what emotion I might be feeling, you are there. Through good times and bad.

Do you know how needy I am? When I travel on a plane, I am afraid that if there are delays and I might go hungry. I  always make sure I eat when I get a chance, just in case. Even at bedtime, I feel the need to eat just a little something to get me through the night.

And let’s face it, you are more tempting and alluring when you are full of calories.

I am getting older and my physical need for food is much less than when I was young. Yet my desire for you has not diminished with age. And that is the problem.

Which is why I have to be strong and learn to resist your temptations. I want to enjoy you, not covet you. We will always be companions until the end of my days, but our relationship needs to change.  The healthier I am the longer our relationship will last. And that is best for both of us.

 

 

 

 

 

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Facebook and Friendship

I have been remise about posting lately. Blame it on poor time management. Between my job, my writing class, my genealogy research and general vegetation on the couch, there doesn’t seem to be much time to create interesting content that everyone wants to read (or comment on). One thing I can’t blame is social media. My Facebook page is not getting much action these days. Maybe it’s just me but I find I am just not interested in Facebook anymore. I started my Facebook page about five years ago as a way to keep in touch with people I didn’t see often and to reconnect with old friends. But what was once a virtual hangout has become nothing more than a constantly changing billboard of meme’s and pages for every cause and voice under the sun. My friends don’t post status anymore; they “share” what they have found.  Sort of like Pinterest but with more words. One friend shared with me today that Congress doesn’t care about my petty problems. I guess she felt I needed to know why my Internet speed will never get faster. Don’t get me wrong. Some of what they share great. I especially liked “Shit Country Women Say.”Another friend shared the worse pickup lines ever. I think I will skip that one.