Looking at my plate,
there are a dozen crumbs staring back up at me.
With every bite
another cluster of crumbs falls.
Each one a unique experience.
Each one with a story to tell. Continue reading
…or “How I ‘Smoothied’ My Way Back to Good Health”
I’m sure everyone has at some time in his or her life had at least a “strained” relationship with food. After all, our relationship with food is a life-long one and a pretty important one. Food is a basic necessity of life; one that is often taken for granted. So let’s hear it for, food, right? I mean, come on, food is amazing!
Food activates my senses in a way no other thing can. The smell of a favorite childhood food can send me plummeting back through time in a split second. There I am again, taking a huge cheesy mouthful of my Mom’s lasagna and feeling satisfied and loved beyond my wildest dreams. The sight of ice cream beginning to drip off a cone automatically propels me into forward motion as I go in for the lick! It’s irresistible to me. I don’t even care if it’s not mine. I’ve been accused of licking my kid’s cones many times and I freely admit I may have a problem, especially when it comes to ice cream.
Food is an integral part my daily life. I need to eat. I indulge in food choices several times each day. The moment I wake up and feel that first pang of hunger or the caffeine headache starts to kick in, my mind becomes focused on putting food in my body. Which foods I consciously choose to put in my body does matter. I am now very aware of that. It wasn’t always like this, though.
For the greater part of my life I have struggled with body image issues. Part of that I toss up to just being a female. Even when I had nothing to worry about, it seemed I worried anyway, because the girls and women around me were Continue reading