Saturday, April 18, 2015

A Better Friend Than Food

Food is a fickle friend. It’s joy and stress.It’s love and hate.It can bring people together, enhance traditions, and channel creativity. But too often, it imprisons me.

As long as I can remember I have been addicted to food.  In high school, I hid cookies in my room.  As an adult I binge on chocolate. Honestly, I attend some functions just because I know there will be good food.  When at a party, you’ll find me by the table, munching away. Sometimes it gets out of control and I’m simply sugared out, my mind a fog and my spirit discouraged.  Even when I don’t want to eat, I still do. I feel like I’ll never change. Why?  Because food promises comfort.  It’s an escape.  But it’s not.

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