How do I feel about food? Well, I like it. Duh. I like preparing it. I like buying it. I like planning meals. I like getting food spur of the moment. I like how it tastes. I like how it makes me feel full when I am done. Being hungry makes me nervous. I like trying new recipes. I even like growing and preserving it. It is a wonderful thing.
Now. How do I wish I felt about food? Since food hasn't done me any favors other than staying alive, I wish I could take it or leave it. I wish it meant nothing to me. I wish I were the type of person who forgot to eat. I think it is a cruel joke to have someone love something they can never truly enjoy having. It's mean, really. But those are the cards that are dealt, I guess.
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