I read an article the other night… brain cells be durned… something about some wellness coach to the stars. Pretty usual stuff, but then this quote popped out of the drudge and stuck to me like a cellulite bar after an all-you-can-eat cake parade!
Learn to live with food. Figure out how to make food your friend. You can’t go through life without food or have an adversarial relationship with it. It’s deadly. If you make exercise your constant companion and food your best friend you never have to struggle.
This would be the point when I started talking to my computer screen… Excuse you, lady… food has been my best friend for too many years… that’s how I got to 530 pounds and a death wish!
But wait a cotton-picking, dagblasted minute here… All these years I thought food was my best friend… my comfort… my go-to mood lifter… but in all reality, did I misconstrue a friend for an enemy?
How many best friends make you feel miserable? How many best friends give you diseases like diabetes and cardiac disease and inflammation of the fat flabs? How many best friends make you feel lonely and vulnerable and sad and depressed and disgusting and peeved at the world? If any of those things were attributed to your “best friend,” you’d kick that friend to the curb faster than Richard Simmons puts out an exer-saucing video… said Maury Povich’s chair.
I need a new best friend.
Or at least a better relationship with my old “best friend.”
My method of making food my best friend turned into making it my numero uno enemy… and that needs to be turned around… and stat! Food is fuel… period… end of story. We all need food to survive… it’s all about finding that happy place… the place where you use food to feel your optimal best… not because of sadness or anger. Even 200+ pounds later I don’t think I’ve hit that mecca. Too often I go back to the food as my numero uno worst enemy. I just need to realize that this will be my constant battle… lifelong… finding coping mechanisms and changing my attitude and view on my “best friend” is a must for survival and continued weight loss/maintenance. Or my name isn’t Richard Simmon’s fanny pack!
Question of the Day: How do you view food? Your best friend or worst enemy?