Food - A Love Affair

It’s Monday, which means weigh-in day. The numbers in red are current – the parenthetical numbers are my beginning stats.

Weight – 259.0 (271.8 – March 28, 2013)

Waist – 44” (49”)

Chest – 49” (53”)

I’ve been thinking a lot this weekend about food, and how I feel about it. Thought I’d share…

I love food. I love food so much, that I think maybe it’s replaced a man in my life. Instead of loving someone, and being loved, I’ve just been eating. I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce in 2006, and I can’t believe I just wrote that, but it’s true. When my husband left, I started eating. A head-sized cinnamon roll became a lover’s caress. Huge bowls of pasta with butter and parmesan cheese felt like holding hands, and a pint of ice cream was a sweet cuddle. When I needed comfort, I turned to a spicy chicken extra value meal (large with a coke).

 I was totally and completely, head-over-heals, in love with food.

 Have you ever been in a really bad relationship, where you knew it wasn’t good, but couldn’t leave; a relationship where destructive behavior and bad choices were commonplace? That’s been my relationship with food.

 We’re breaking up.