Anyone remember when life was simpler?
Maybe during childhood, at least for a while, we got the taste of pure, simple, life. A time when playing was the only thing on the agenda. A time when getting up meant rolling out of bed and jumping into play clothes before heading out for a day of adventures of the imagination.
A time when I ate food.....
I was actually taken to my knees today, when it hit me. The realization that I no longer see food as food. I see it as a number.
I no longer enjoy meals, at least not until I've calculated "the number."
Snacks, treats, Starbucks, everything is a number, not a treat.
See, I've been slipping in and out of goal lately. Some days I easily meet my daily intake goal (the number that drives my day) and others, I struggle. Today was one of those struggle days, so I was determined to find a way to get the number to a more respectable place.
So I ate. I ate what used to taste good. I ate what used to be a favorite treat. But tonight, it became just a number.
Just a number.
That's what food has become to me. The thing that is supposed to nourish me, feed my body, my brain........ it's been relegated to a simply complicated number.
At least, I suppose, while food is a number, I'm fighting myself to keep the number healthy.