Real Talk - Food
Food. Where do I start talking about this nuisance. A culturally brain washed nuisance. Because really, food at it's core is part of what keeps us alive. So it really is neither good nor bad. It just is.
For me, it's mostly bad. I'm very rarely present with what I eat and because I assign "good" and "bad" to food, there is a lot of guilt that lingers with eating.
I'm sitting here at my desk and I've had at least 3 packs of peanut butter crackers. So that's 18 crackers. I didn't eat them because my body was saying "Feed me, I'm hungry". I ate them out of mindless...boredom? Unhappiness? Booooooredom? I don't know. And then I re-read this post and think hey - cut yourself some slack - if you continue to punish yourself for overeating crackers, then you will have a really hard time creating a good relationship with (all!) food.
Food is my weakness. My daily struggle. We all have something and this is mine.