Comfort food

Mmm, food is a source of comfort for me.  As it happens, I also celebrate with it, cry with it, binge it, use it as a tool for self-punishment, and encouragement.  Parents bribe their kids with it, and conversely withhold it if the child doesn't do what their told.  It's a social statement, a political statement, and a status symbol.  At one point in life, the more voluptuous or rubenesque a woman was, the better.  It was a sign of wealth.  Fast forward to nowadays, and a thin, svelte woman is considered powerful, alluring, and successful.  What gives?  Could it really be Twiggy that set this all off?

When my parents were living in Korea, my Mom was getting measured for a custom-made leather jacket.  The tailor was taking her measurements and warned her when he reached her stomach area; he was going to measure her 'prosperity'.  I laughed! 

In the land of fast food, junk food, and convenience foods, we need to take a step back and really think about what food is, and why we eat it.  It sounds obvious, I know.  Thing is, if it was so easy to figure out, there wouldn't be such a problem with obesity.  There wouldn't be 2,000 calorie milkshakes to go along side a 1,500 calorie burger, not to mention the gigantic fries.

Over the course of the last 7 days I have been really trying to taste my food, not just inhale it.  The food I have been making is delicious, albeit a bit light.  Most of the recipes I've been using are from my vegan cookbooks written by Sarah Kramer and Tanya Barnard, cute and inspiring vegans from B.C.  The recipes are simple, honest, wholesome, healthy, ethical, and quick (mostly).  I guess because I've been eating a lot of fatty and salty foods over the last few months, the meals I'm making from home are seeming light on taste, or so I thought.  Once I slowed down, and really chewed my food, even let it linger in my mouth for a moment, I tasted it's depth.

I don't want to be another statistic. 

I don't want Type 2 Diabetes. 

I want to be able to run and play with my son without stressing about my bouncy boobies. 

I want to spend a long and happy life with my family.

Aside from all the obvious, and somewhat sappy shit, it irritates me to no end that I've become part of the masses.  Yet another poor sucker lured in by corporate bullshit.  I don't shop at Walmart because of their poor labour practices, their corporate bullying and their greed.  For goodness sakes, they have McDonald's right inside their premises!  How as a society did we allow this to happen?  Cheap, cheap food and goods, in trade for fat tummies, poverty, and fear. 

I keep typing and retyping negative statements about myself.  I write it, then read it, and am quite horrified by the things that I think.  Dang.  I've got to step it up and start caring again, not only about myself, but the world that I live in.  Less junk food = less packaging = less waste = less pollution = less junk... then we're just left with food.  Interesting.

Anyway, I'm on a bit of an exhausted rant!  Dare I say, food for thought?

Consumption of Mass Quantities:
1/2 orange juice watered down
3/4 cup Honey Shreddies with 1/2 cup 1% milk
2 cuppas with 1% milk and Splenda
Blue Menu mac 'n' cheese (rainy day splurge = 360 calories)
Pudding cup (60 calories)
1 large plum (mega sour!)
Water
1 cup homemade vegan lentil stew (chock o' block with veggies)
1 small homemade vegan fancy biscuit
1 tsp butter
1 square 70% cocoa chocolate (60 calories)
Multiple dashes of Frank's Red Hot sauce; still puttin' that shit on everything

There was no exercise today.  I didn't even feel guilty about it, I was happy to make food, and curl up by myself today.  I figure feeding my soul is important too.  HA HA HA!  Imagine I was seriously talking soul talk?!  HA HA HA!!

I'z out.

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