My sister-in-law is reading a book called "Women, Food and God" by Geneen Roth. The basic premise, as I understand it, is that our relationship with food is a mirror of our relationship with the spiritual. It is a map to show us how we define life. The product description of the book from Amazon reads "The way you eat is inseparable from your core beliefs about being alive. Your relationship with food is an exact mirror of your feelings about love, fear, anger, meaning, transformation and, yes, even God."
So I've been thinking a lot about this and trying to understand what my relationship with food says about me and my outlook on life. I'm not an obsessive eater; although I like food, I don't think about it all the time. I don't overeat, if anything, I tend to under eat the good stuff and eat too much of the sugary stuff. I love my Dr. Pepper. Cooking is a real chore for me. I use cereal as a standby meal. If anything, I keep myself from eating really good food, on the basis that it's too much of a bother to make and clean up.
After a week of pondering on this, I think I might be gaining some insight. Here's some possible interpretations: Depression, for me, is often the norm of my life. And being a little bit hungry, or always lacking true satisfaction from food may be a reflection of my depression and my lack of satisfaction with life. I often keep myself from getting truly satisfying food. Maybe I keep myself from being truly satisfied with life; or keep myself from being truly happy with life. Emotionally, as with food, I am getting by, sort of limping along, but I find that my life is rarely pleasurable. And when it comes to my eating habits, I eat enough to get along, enough to keep my body going, but it's not really pleasurable.
Now the one thing I'm still wondering about is my relationship with cooking and what that manifests about my life. . .food for thought.
So I've been thinking a lot about this and trying to understand what my relationship with food says about me and my outlook on life. I'm not an obsessive eater; although I like food, I don't think about it all the time. I don't overeat, if anything, I tend to under eat the good stuff and eat too much of the sugary stuff. I love my Dr. Pepper. Cooking is a real chore for me. I use cereal as a standby meal. If anything, I keep myself from eating really good food, on the basis that it's too much of a bother to make and clean up.
After a week of pondering on this, I think I might be gaining some insight. Here's some possible interpretations: Depression, for me, is often the norm of my life. And being a little bit hungry, or always lacking true satisfaction from food may be a reflection of my depression and my lack of satisfaction with life. I often keep myself from getting truly satisfying food. Maybe I keep myself from being truly satisfied with life; or keep myself from being truly happy with life. Emotionally, as with food, I am getting by, sort of limping along, but I find that my life is rarely pleasurable. And when it comes to my eating habits, I eat enough to get along, enough to keep my body going, but it's not really pleasurable.
Now the one thing I'm still wondering about is my relationship with cooking and what that manifests about my life. . .food for thought.
1 comment:
Sounds like a very interesting book...maybe learning more about myself may help me getting moving in a direction of pure joy.
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