Today, I’m posting over at Quarterlife Woman.
I’m sharing a little bit about my unhealthy relationship with food, our perverted relationships with God’s good gifts, & our life-escape tactics.
Here’s a little snapshot:
I guess that I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food forever.
I’ve never really found a way to effectively deal with my emotions. My main means of “dealing” consists of crushing it down and scooping it out in the form of cookies or pasta.
I think that I’m okay with admitting it: cake feels good. Cake is a constant. Amy Adams as Julie Powell in Julie & Julia had it right:
“I love that after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say ‘nothing’ I mean nothing, you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. It’s such a comfort.”
And so, for my whole life, I’ve let it comfort me.
I’ve fed myself lessons that were actually lies. Lies like, food makes it feel better and the sweetness of sugar balances out the bitterness of life.
This has become my ‘when life gets hard’ ritual: tying up my apron, perusing Pinterest for a recipe, and whipping up a meringue that seems to somehow mirror the state of my life.
And then of course, there’s the eating. Always the eating and the jokes about eating my feelings and how delicious they taste.
But, in the end, it’s never enough to dull the pain, relieve the pressure, or placate the anger.
Won’t you join me? Read the whole deal here! And let me know- where are you running?!