Posted in 30 Day Healthy Eating Challenge

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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Posted in memories, Photography, Photography 101

Treasured Memories (Day 16)

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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