Today’s Daily Prompt is called Live to Eat. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to write this, but I will give it a shot.
“Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?“
I remember a time where I could actually answer this question that I live to eat. That every moment of the day I was wondering what I would eat next. That everything in my life revolved around food. I remember, when I lived in Marietta the first time, I sat in the kitchen in front of the ice box and anything I could reach I ate. I didn’t chew it. Just shoveled it into my face and swallowed.
Food is one of my issues, always has been.
I used to call myself an emotional eater, but it began getting farther away than that. Emotional eaters eat when they are sad, mad, extremely happy. I didn’t have to be sad. Mad. I did it because it was there and I didn’t have anything else to do. Is boredom eater such a thing? Or is that still emotional eater?
As the years pass I have slowly come up from the depths of issue eating. I still have my issues, and I think I always will. I do find myself, even to this day, thinking about food constantly. It’s not that I want to, but it’s something I cannot get a grasp on. I know it’s possible. I know a person can go from this state to knowing better and doing better. I’m just not sure how long it’s going to take me to do it.
Sadly, the only way I can find that I can get over this is to have no food in my house and only buy it for the moments that I need to eat. But is that honestly anybody than having the issue to begin with?
I will one day get passed it. Find a way that I am not always fighting with food. Finally be able to put the guns away and use a fork and knife instead. One day I’ll be able to look at food and it not look like a three headed devil beast drooling out of the mouth. Until then I’ll find a way not to die from a heart attack. I’ll find a way to look at food and not wonder to myself “is this going to fill me up?” and know for sure it will fill me up.
How far would I go to get the best meal of my life? I’m not sure if I would. I have some really good food in my 25 years of living. Although, I’d love to go have pasta in Italy, or a Philly cheese steak from Philly. Other than that? Probably as far as my kitchen because I’m one hell of a cook. There lies another issue with food I have. I’m a good cook so as I’m cooking it I’m eating it. Then, I eat again. Maybe I should start cooking horribly. That might fix my issue all together.