my relationship with food has been, uh, dysfunctional to say the least. for most of my life, it was my everything -- mother, lover, sister, friend. If there was food, i wanted it -- no matter what time it was, what it was or if i was even hungry.
i see that's changed, with a lot of work. i've learned that food does nothing for me but nourish me. i'm delighted if it tastes nice, but that's about it.
in some ways, i mourn a more loving relationship. some folks love food and eat a normal amount and get great pleasure from eating, but that doesn't work for me.
for me, food is and has to be practical. i need to find pleasure in other things -- friends, leisure, intellectual challenge, nature......
Many people don't understand my relationship with food. it doesn't excite me. if you take me out to a fancy restaurant, i like being waited on and the prettiness, but i'm not into the food in particular.
fabulous food doesn't rock my world. i do like it to taste good, but that's about it.
is, i wonder, my relationship still dysfunctional?