Friday, September 23, 2011

Falling in Love with Food. Part Two.

Today I’m falling in love with food. How it all started you may read in Part One
And now for the part two.
As I have mentioned I realized I had never loved what I ate. Nothing I had been consuming felt like gusto, joy, or pleasure.
I tried to imagine what my life would be like if I let myself eat with passion. If I felt entitled, no matter what I’d weighed, to eat with gusto.
So I gave in and tried.
Subsequently, I had discovered that foods I loved — as well as those I didn't — truly do give me pleasure, and there's no price tag attached. And that's how it should be. I mean, why not be astonished by the crisp taste of an apple or revel in the smooth texture of an olive? Since I need to eat to live, why let one moment of joy — even one — pass me by?
I've never met anyone who has ever lost weight — and kept it off — by deprivation.
We are sensory, pleasure-loving beings. It is not just calories that fill us up, but the joy we take from eating them.
Today I’m falling in love with every bite I take. And every time it’s exciting, because every time it’s a date and every time I’m more and more thrilled about it.
Dress up, ladies; sit straight, light up a candle, put on some music and LOVE your food.

How do you love your food?


  1. i love my food with wine and good company! the "olden' days" were spent dining alone, in solitude, in shame. but now, the "goden' days" are enjoyed dining with luscious wiine and my sweet puggle and friends! mama mia, this is a lovely post! :) xx

  2. Oh, "olden' days" eating alone is the worst, and eating in the company not better.
    I remember my first recovery meal – me sitting and starring at some chicken and telling it – now I’ll love you – hope you’ll love me back. Today it seems hilarious – but I had started there – from scratch. And now I’m looking forward to my long, joyful and simple meals. I mean if I have no time I’d better not eat than eat in a hurry without thinking and tasting. Love my foodie.