Some people don’t struggle with their weight. These good, kind people frustrate me.
Some people have a difficult time understanding why food is a struggle for anyone at all. There is a part of me that can understand these people. If it wasn’t such a battle for me I might be one of them. It seems so easy: just don’t eat things that are bad for you. Of course, it’s not that easy.
The reason for this is, naturally, that people are different. Some people work to live, some people live to work. In that same way, some people eat to live and some live to eat. I fall firmly in the live to eat camp.
The problem I have with food is not simply that I lack self-control, but also that I really and truly, madly, deeply love food. For me, food is a part of experiencing this great life. It is a wonderful, tactile blessing. It is something that marks an occasion, it is a celebration, it is an important memory. Food can help us learn about new places and new cultures. Food brings people together like the frosting glue on a gingerbread house. There are times when it has truly felt like if I didn’t try a particular food I would be missing out on something valuable in life. Food is absolutely one of my single great pleasures. I definitely live to eat.
Rachell has mentioned it was suggested to her that the mantra “food is fuel” may be helpful in getting her mind off the next meal. However, I don’t want to think of food as fuel. I don’t believe it is simply fuel, I believe it was created to be more. I believe it is a remarkably abundant gift from a generous God. In Doug Wilson’s book, “My Life for Yours” he states, “We could easily have been kept alive with food that tasted uniformly like stewed hay. But what has God in fact done? He has made a big deal out of this process by doing a lot of unnecessary stuff. If we just begin to catalog what God thinks of food, we are instantly overwhelmed, just on the basis of how it tastes. Just think of butter, oranges, milk, watermelon, garlic, salt, wine, steak, potatoes, bacon, and grapes.”
So this is where I am at right now. This is how I think of food, and I don’t want to think about it differently. I want it to be full of memories and celebration and joy. I don’t want to start thinking of it as a necessary evil instead of a privilege and blessing. It is hard to keep food from becoming the enemy.
I guess it is all just a matter of balance. Balance is hard, especially for us curvy folk. As a small child once said to me, “You have such small feet and such a big butt, I’m surprised you don’t fall over.”