I love food. To be clear, I don’t like to cook; I just love to eat. The problem is that food and I have a tumultuous relationship. I’m simply not attracted to “good” food.I love cheesy Italian food, or spicy Latino. I love “bad” food. The kind your doctor warns you about. When I was younger, I could food it up all night and all day. Unfortunately, I’m not so young anymore. I can’t keep up.
My body just gives up and expands in unspeakable ways. I’ve tried living with better food. You know, the kind that everyone pushes or pins. It just isn’t the same. I know I should settle down and live out my years trim and healthy, but my heart yearns for the excitement of preservatives and sugar. I went through a period of denial. I thought if I introduced exercise into my relationship with bad food, that all would be well. Personally, I think exercise is a big jerk, so demanding. Every time I would eat, exercise would be looming over me, wanting attention. The more I ate, the more I had to exercise.
(sigh)
So, here I am, waaaay too old to be hiding in the pantry gulping down a cupcake, and yet…I just don’t know how to let bad food go. I have been trying to put a positive spin on good food, but putting cheese on it probably isn’t the best idea. I also visit exercise from time to time, but I don’t think I will ever love exercise. Exercise will always be that annoying relative you have to visit out of obligation. I’m slowly weaning myself off of bad food, but it will always carry a special place in my heart…and on my butt.
General Musings of a Gen Xer 