Dearest Food

Dearest Food

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

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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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Treasured Memories (Day 16 – Photo 101)

Treasured Memories (Day 16 – Photo 101)

My grandparents never threw anything away. By today’s standards, they might have been considered hoarders, although the overflow was confined to sheds, dressers, and cabinet drawers. They were a product of  The Great Depression, believers in the notion that you  never knew when something might be useful.

As a child, rummaging through my grandmother’s treasurers was one of my favorite past-times. No doubt this led to my love of old things. I’m not an antique collector, or a real collector of any kind; however, over the years I have acquired a great number of ‘treasures’ of my own, many of which live in an old second-hand china cabinet with only three legs.

Whether it is my daughter’s origami, mementos from my first cruise, or my mother’s china; my treasurers connect me to my past, both good times and bad.

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One of my shelves is devoted almost entirely to shot glasses. These remind me of the places I have been and the fun times I had traveling.

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I don’t know the story behind my father’s collection of Toby mugs but I have several of these in various sizes.

 

 

If I had to choose from among all the things I treasure, I would choose the letters my mother wrote to my grandmother while she and my father traveled from job-to-job. Some were written before I was born, some soon after when I was still with them,  and the remaining few were written just before she was diagnosed with cancer. She died before my second birthday and these letters are the only way I know her.

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