Food is not a bandaid

This has been a tough week for me. The No Crap challenge has been tough to keep when there's so much crap going on.
I've always been an emotional eater. When things are good I celebrate with a milkshake. When things are rotten, I devour a cake.  It's taken a conscious effort to break that cycle.
 And I'm not going to lie. Sometimes that first bite still makes it to my mouth. And then I think, "Betsy what are you doing? Is this going to make you feel better? No. You will only feel worse because you let yourself down and you'll regret it. So stop."

Food is not a bandaid. It can not make the pain go away. I might cover it in chocolaty goodness for a second. But then the guilt will kick in and you'll feel worse. If you really want to feel better, go for a run, or a walk, or a dance. Get those endorphins pumping and give your brain a pick-me-up.

Potpourri: Food like substance

So I went to a nutrition slash cooking class on Tuesday, and I'm going to the cooking part tonite.

The class was hosted by Tres Hatch, the author of The Miracle Pill. I will review this later. Great book.

Anyway, she said something that made me think. Therefore I think you should think.

How much of the food you eat comes from a box? Or a drive thru bag?


I want to take it one step further. How much of the food you eat is actually food, and how much is just a food-like-substance. Does what you eat actually resemble the way the ingredients started out?

For me the answer is a no.