Monday, November 24, 2014

You know what they say

I'm going to go out on a limb here, and write about something that might make that old saying – "be careful what you wish for" – happen in a bad way.

Because that's usually how "be careful what you wish for" happens.

Here's what I'd like. I'd like for food to be not so important, not so enticing, not so alluring.

And you know the only people who aren't interested in food are, um, sick.

I don't want to be sick.

I just don't want to think about food all the damned time.

My meals are pretty simple and largely the same: some kind of vegetable soup or stew with protein for dinner, bacon and eggs for breakfast, dinner leftovers for lunch. I try not to snack, but if I do it's a Larabar, either homemade or purchased. (The seasonal Gingerbread ones are delicious.)

See? Right there. I'm recommending food to you. Alluring food. Tastyyummymmmmmmmmmmgood food.

Cats have the reputation of being picky eaters. I know some people who go through brand after brand of feline concoctions, trying to find something poor little Tabby will eat. Dr. Google returns tens of thousands of websites offering advice on how to get your picky kitty to eat.

When, in fact, sleek and muscular Tabby is doing just fine.

I want to be sleek and muscular Tabby, turning my nose up at the occasional meal and picking at the rest.

Instead – and especially at breakfast – I DIG IN! I do love my bacon and eggs, which I frequently make as a cheese-free omelette filled with salsa and chopped avocados.

I'm never as excited about lunch or dinner as I am about breakfast. But I never miss a meal and I wake up planning dinner.

So there you go, Universe. I've put it out there.

  • I want food to NOT be on my radar. 
  • I want to be as excited about making crafty messes as I am about making breakfast.
  • I want to be a cat.

2 comments:

D said...

I'm sorry you're struggling Debbi :( I'm a picky eater, and I too sometimes wish I were a cat (mostly for the napping). Not all cats are picky eaters, as one of mine can attest.

In my experience these last 18 months or so, when I start wanting some kind of food that I'm not eating anymore, it usually means one of two things: a) I haven't eaten enough of the things that do satisfy me (for me, that means maybe I haven't had enough full meals and am instead subsisting on fruit, meat snacks, homemade granola bars, and gluten free chicken nuggets), and b) somehow I'm feeling deprived, which is usually related to emotions and not actually food.

I'm not going to give you advice, because we both know that food advice given by someone else--while well-intentioned--usually doesn't help in the long run. I just wanted to chime in and say I'm sorry it's hard right now. Hang in there.

Debbi said...

Thank you. Your empathy, understanding and non-advice are MOST appreciated!