→ Write about fighting about food.
I have a container full of writing prompts. When I pulled this one out this morning I said, “I’m not doing that,” and put it back. But then I thought about it. Where there is resistance there is a knot that needs unravelling.
I could easily tell you about my brother and I fighting over the last piece of cheesecake, or my mother making me stay at the table until I had eaten my broccoli or cauliflower, but I would be cheating. What I should write about is the five years, between the ages of forty and forty-five, when I had a combative relationship with food.
I don’t want to write about it because it seems so foolish now. It is as though someone else inhabited my brain who created weird rules about what I could and couldn’t eat. I forgot about the taste and pleasure of food and only considered the calories and fat/protein/carbohydrate content of what I was eating. And the more I obsessed about food, the more I wanted everything I had designated as “bad”. I used to crave Magnum icecreams, dates and potato chips. These days, I barely eat what some would call “treat” food — not because of any rule, but because I don’t even think about wanting them. Food is no longer the enemy. It is a small insignificant part of my day.
I’m ashamed to admit how screwed up I was around food and embarrassed about how I made an enemy of something so innocuous. It would be like waging a war against another part of nature — trees, or flowers, or the bronze lizards that scurry across the deck.
Food is simply energy, a container of unseen vibrations that we ingest. We can bless and love that energy (like Dr Emoto’s water crystals) or have thoughts of obligation (I should it this because it’s healthy) or guilt (I shouldn’t eat this because it’s junk) when we eat.
Some of my friends often talk about food. The bad fats, the evils of gluten, and the need to give up sugar or processed food. I don’t believe any food is bad for you unless you think it is.
All we need to do is bless our food before we eat it.
I thank the Universe for this wonderful food and infuse it with positive, loving, peaceful thoughts. I greet my food as a friend and appreciate the nourishment it brings to my body.