The first time I saw you I knew you were the one. The one I was meant to meet. The one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. I knew there was no turning back. It had happened. I saw you. You were clear and real, not a fuzzy vision from a dream. I had been working so hard at life, I had forgotten that I was here to find you. In that instant, the way you smiled, the way you carried yourself, the way you shimmered and sparkled like the stars in the deep moonless night, I knew Continue reading
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My Relationship with Food: A Love-Hate Story
…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