Afraid of Food?
A former student of my husband’s dropped by last night, in tow his wife of 10 years. We had never met, but quickly found some common ground. She had lost in the neighborhood of 50 pounds several years ago, and has been diligent about keeping it off.
She told me she’s a vegan, and so I pulled down my latest favorite cookbook — Raw, by Charlie Trotter and Roxanne Klein to share the recipes for nut sauces. And then she said something awfully interesting. She said she was impressed that I could still take such an interest in food. For years she has avoided the kitchen, avoided taking an interest, because food, frankly, scares her.
She’s scared of food. “It almost feels as if it will grab me and take me back,” she said.
Oh I know that fear. I’m still afraid that way.
So many of us who have lost a lot of weight. So are most of the dieters in the world. So are the people who choose never to lose weight for fear of becoming afraid of food.
This is all very sad. There are much sadder things in the world, but really, really, really, we should not be afraid of food.
If we’re afraid of it, that means it’s still in charge. We give food the power. And then we can’t enjoy its company any more. Can’t enjoy all the good traditions and associations that is food’s rightful place. Can’t enjoy it as nourishment, as celebration, as communion. As gift.
Dang. In business/government parlance, that would be a lose-lose, beloveds.
So, today, I’m thinking about that. Not sure how to fix it. If you have ideas, I hope you’ll share them. Journal in your journal, will you? or here? We need ideas.