Friday, January 17, 2014
Years ago, I had a conversation with a man. He was the dad of a boy my son played hockey with and was in great shape himself. I don't remember how we got started talking about food but at some point in the conversation he said, "Food is more of an inconvenience. I eat it because I have to, but sometimes it's a pain."
That statement has stuck with me for years because I remember at the time feeling jealousy. I remember thinking, "How awesome would it be to not have food dominate every single solitary waking moment of my life? How cool would it be to eat only the foods that were good for me simply because they were the sustenance my body needed and not involved with this bored, lonely, angry, sad, emotional rollercoaster that seems to be the story of my eating life?"
A few weeks ago I was having a conversation with my sister who also has a very healthy relationship with food. She is my sounding board when I need help or support and she's wonderful and amazing. At some point in the conversation I was quite upset at my seemingly constant struggle with food and feeding my family healthy and delicious meals they will eat. She called me back later and said that something had occurred to her. She doesn't really love people. She doesn't enjoy meeting people or being in crowds or just in general dealing with people who aren't in her small circle of cherished friends and family. She asked me if I would rather have a problem with food or if I would prefer to dislike people. Without even a moments hesitation, I stated that I would rather have a problem with food. I could easily answer that it hurts me to think about not enjoying people and being around them and meeting new people and interacting with darn near everybody I meet. And she said, "there you go."
So maybe food and I won't ever be "just friends". Maybe we're always destined to have at least a challenging relationship. But given my genetic options, to be honest, I wouldn't want it any other way! Oh, and I really love my sister!