I work at a winery on the weekends, and since I can't leave the shop, my boyfriend and I have made a ritual out of us eating lunch together here. Since I started trying to change my diet, I usually just pack myself a lunch, and he'll run out and grab himself something to bring by to eat.
Today it was a veggie calzone from one of my favorite places to eat in town. I was about to die. I was munching on a whole wheat pb & j (sounded really good this morning for some reason), and he brings this thing in. Haha. I finished first and just unconciously stared at him eating until he finally asked me if I wanted some. I took a little bite, and while that didn't really fix the craving for me completely, it worked.
It was weird, but I remember thinking as he took the last bite, "Well there it goes." And for some reason, that thought was pretty comforting. That is, the thought of just how insanely temporary food is. My body is not temporary, but that craving was, and that calzone, while it tasted awesome, would have only really been any happiness to me for those twenty minutes it would have taken me to eat it.
I think sometimes it's worth it to just go ahead and have that pizza, but I think sometimes we have to look at the value of food for what it really is.
Last edited by Song of Surly; 02-04-2012 at 02:37 PM.
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