I must confess that when things go pear shaped for me I don’t really turn to food for comfort. Much to the disbelief of a previous doctor that believed that all overweight people must be eating their feelings.
When I feel blah or meh I tend to not eat at all. Especially if it’s just Mr 5 and I here. I tend to get food for him, but find the whole process of getting food for myself too much to contemplate. I stare aimlessly into the fridge and pantry. If nothing jumps out at me..aka is ready made then I don’t really bother.
However when I do eat I like to enjoy the experience. I think about how the food feels, tastes and how it makes me feel. I’m not sure if it’s something I have started doing more since starting mindfulness and DBT but it’s interesting to see the way that food feels as I eat it.
I seem to have developed a bit of a lactose intolerance in the last couple of years. This means that I have to be careful when I eat my beloved chocolate. In that I mean I have to be careful that I am near a toilet when I do eat it. This makes me really sad but it does mean that I have had to broaden my horizons when it comes to satisfying those cravings.
The most popular food on my list of craving busters are Doritos. I love the crunch and the cheesy tang on my tongue. I love letting the chip sit on my tongue so that the flavour dissolves on my tongue before crunching it into a million pieces. I can eat them with sour cream, corn relish or on their own. If I am feeling really adventurous then I have them as nachos. Mr 5 loves that we have chips for dinner!
I must confess that while I do enjoy making food an experience, it’s not often that way. I usually eat on the run, while doing something else. I very rarely sit down and enjoy the food I am eating unless we are out for dinner. I can’t sit and just enjoy the food, I need to be keeping busy. I can’t sit still.
Food and I have a funny relationship. We aren’t really the best of friends. We argue and I feel guilty. Food and I haven’t been friends for a long time. Food hasn’t been much more than a button to push for my guilt, I do want to be friends with food, but maybe the feelings run too deep.
Linking up with Kirsty for I must confess!