I’m roasting eggplant right now. It smells nice. I’m enjoying the imaginings of how I’m going to turn it into a healthy, nutritious, low fat meal for my family tonight. It is a pleasant process.
I think what I’m enjoying most is the realization that I’ve been viewing food as my enemy for a long time now and it isn’t. Well certain kinds are.
Like refined carbohydrates.
Those are the things I think are the only things I like when I’m buried in my addiction to them.
But then I break the cycle and stop eating them and feel clean again and then I remember that I love food that is good for my body and my mind. What an idea.
Food that nourishes me.
Food that I can stop eating when I’m full without having to fight myself.
Food that gives me sustaining energy throughout the day.
Food that I love the taste of once I’ve freed my taste buds from the constraint of all that sugar.
When my 7 year old asked what I was making for dinner and I said, “Eggplant and spinach roll-ups” she said, “Yay, I love spinach and eggplant.”
I suppose that is evidence that I’m doing something right somewhere.
