A bit of a funk has been stewing inside of me for weeks, maybe months (for sure months, actually). The unrest stems from the fact that I’m not eating as I want to. My diet has turned into a grab whenever, wherever one and it’s ended in utter chaos.
“Eating should either bring back a memory or create a new one.”
This quote from a post last year resonates with me. Very few memories have been created or stirred up around here lately. My palate has been on autopilot and the weight has packed on. This may not be true for everyone, but for me, when I am ‘into’ my food I am satisfied with smaller portions.
Where has my mindfulness gone? I’m not sure. I think some of it stems from the fact that I hate wasting food. Whether it is the leftovers on the kiddos plate, some new product that I’ve been sent to try out with hopes that I’ll blog it that turns out to be ‘meh’ but I finish it off anyway, or just that little bit left in the pot that isn’t really enough to keep for another meal so I scarf it down so I can wash it… the thought of simply throwing it in the green bin is really upsetting.
Some of it no doubt comes with the territory of food blogging. It’s easy to get caught up in trying to create the next ‘hot’ item, whether it be bacon this or that, cronuts, turduckens or one of the dozens of food hybrids that have popped up all over the last while. Fads come and go, and while some are enjoyable, I hope that the craze calms down and we can all just concentrate on simple, delicious food. Yes, the world is available at our neighbourhood market now, but does it really need to be?
So many questions, twice as many opinions and no easy answers.
Hopefully now my stew is almost done and I’ll muster the strength to toss that quarter of a grilled cheese into the green bin, instead of me. If you have anything you just want to let out… do so in comments. You’ve listened to me, now it’s my turn.