I love food. It's just so dang good. When people ask me what is your favorite food, I have a hard time answering that. It would be far easier to answer what don't I like. I don't care for liver and onions. Yes, I have tried it. I don't think I would like to try cow tongue. Not a big okra fan. But food overall is my frenemy. I need to food to live. We all do. But I love food. It's just good.
I started Weight Watchers almost 2 years ago when I decided to stop kidding myself. I was the biggest I had ever been. I couldn't look in the mirror any more. And then my doctor was very frank with me. She told me she didn't want to treat me for diabetes in two months. Which is where I was headed. So between that and my vanity I lost 30 pounds.
I hit that 30 pound mark and leveled off, and then slowly have been creeping back up. ANd by slowly, I do mean slow. I have only put back on 5 pounds. Five pounds in 8 months. It's been a real struggle. Up and down, back and forth. Food beckons me. Shakes. Cookies. I know what is good to eat. I know what it takes to lose the weight. There is nothing I can't have. But it's hard. It is so hard to keep going. I have 13 pounds to go. Last Christmas I only needed to lose 7. I am afraid that the 13 will turn 20 and so on.
My mom asked a good question yesterday, "Is it just us, or is food just that good?" Food to me is just that good. I do not know what it is like to think of it as just...food. But how is that possible when there is so much out there that is readily available?? And what do I do? I am older than I was the first time I did this. It is harder this time. Much harder. And I have been in a real slump lately. I know I can do it. It's just hard. I just wish it wasn't.
Is food wonderful for you? Do you eat to live or live to eat?
I am participating in Shell's Pour Your Heart Out.