Food. Oh what a lovely, lovely word! I don't just eat it, I savore it. It is a delectable little taste of heaven. It is the light of my day, it is my passion!
Food. Possibly the most complicated relationship I have ever had. An ongoing battle between my good conscience and desires. It brings joy to me and my taste pallets, but not to my waist line. I gorge myself of it, yet always regret it.
Food. It is my drug, it is my booze. A way of escaping from my pains. It is the only friend I can turn to when everything fails. But is it really my friend? Or is it just a welcome distraction to everything that is not going right in my life?...
Food. A seemingly unattainable thing. It is what I long for, what I wish for. I dream of it. I dream of it filling up the empty hole in my stomach. Filling up the growling monster inside of me that is slowly making me weaker, weaker, weaker...
Food. I fear it. I fear that it will make my double chin more prominent, my arms thicker, my legs wider, my face more bloated. I dread every breakfast, every lunch, and every supper. I wish that it was a choice, and not a need.
Food. I eat it simply because I have to. It is for me, just another side effect of living. Nothing more.
Food. That's me. I live an easy life, but my owner always complicates my existence. And though I do not like being ingested, I will never really have a voice, so I just follow the rhythm of my life, and go where it takes me.
So, how do you view food? Leave a comment below, or make up a new one that describes your relationship with food!