As I weigh in as a Lifetime member of Weight Watchers ( 11 years), I am thinking about food. After my monthly weigh in I treat myself to something sweet and special. It is my reward for 30 days of vigilance. Imagine if my addiction was heroin, instead of food?
I do A LOT of cooking. I cook by choice. I like to chop and peel and shop for food. My specialty is using left overs in a creative way. Sometimes the outcome is great. Other times only a good effort. Food is interesting. I like color and texture. I love root vegetables. I am sure I grew all I ate, somewhere in a past life, seed to meal.
I came across this quote in a Weight Watchers booklet, perhaps it will speak to you...
"No one who cooks, cooks alone.
Even at the most solitary, a cook in the kitchen
is surrounded by generations of cooks past, and the
advice and menus of cooks present, and the wisdom
of cookbook writers"
Finally I share a food story. My neighbor is 94 years young. She is clear of mind, walks everywhere, and does not believe in doctors. She eats plain food, and not much of that. I do share my home baked sweets with her- she likes a sweet treat. One day she was telling my mother and I about a perfect dinner she had the night before. It was a chocolate bar and a cigarette. My mother asked her if it was dark chocolate?
Food, you can't live with it, you can't live without it... sounds like men.