My family is a food conscious family. That means that we are very conscious of what we eat, when we eat, where we eat, how we eat and what food does to our bodies. We eat what is called Ketogenics. And we do not play around with eating. We are serious about this human activity. My daughter actually blogs about our daily food. She makes up recipes and puts them on line. Her blog is Pink Daisies, which I highly recommend.
When a tragedy happens, we, as a people, show our love and concern by bringing food to the persons involved. And this food, by definition, is comfort food. Now comfort food means carbs and sugars all in the form of pastas, deserts, casseroles, and breads. Yum and yum and YUM.
So when my husband died, food appeared by the truckload. It was wonderful food. When you bring food to a tragedy, you bring your best recipe. This is your pride and joy and you know it is good. So we had the best of the best loaded into our house. And it is common knowledge that when the best of the best of food is in your house you are required to eat it. There is the rule that you must eat and eat and eat. Yum, Yum and YUM!
So I followed the rule. And it made me so happy. My children would hand me a plate of food during the “smothering mothering” period and I ate. I never missed a meal. The food called my name. It soothed my spirit. Since I was not sleeping much I would get up during the night and roam the house. At three O’ clock in the morning I would be roaming around and think, “There is a lemon pound cake in the kitchen. Yum”. And then I suddenly would have a piece of cake in my hand and I was eating. I just don’t understand how that happened but I was so happy.
And, of course, growing up in the home of parents of the depression, you do not waste anything. So all of the food had to be eaten. Now this was not a chore. The food was delicious. It was the best of the best of some great cooks. So it was a pleasure to eat it. And it was the rule. You had to eat it. And you could not waste any of it, so you were required to eat it. Yum.
I am not sure how this happened but I am now fifteen pounds heavier than when my husband died. And all of the food has disapearred. So now I am faced with the reality that although I did a wonderful thing and enjoyed every mouth full of the delicious food and it made me very happy, I have to make amends. Just like all of the other areas of my life where I am having to transition, I am going to have to get back to the “healthy” way of eating. It was a great trip and I was so appreciative of all of the people that brought their food. My family did not have to worry about how we were going to eat during the tragedy, but it is now time to move on.
So my promise to myself is to go back to healthy and have good memories of the great food and fabulous memories of the people that brought their best of best recipes which I did wonderful justice to by eating every bite. Yum.