Yesterday I was struggling once again with my feelings about my weight and my desire to be something different than what I am right now. I was thinking about what I can do to change the situation when I reached a point of complete exasperation, "I give up." I thought, "I don't know what to do."
Just then I remembered something I read once (probably on a refrigerator magnet): Regardless of the question, the answer is love. Hmmm. I can certainly see where I have not approached this situation with love. I wonder what love would look like in this situation.
Later in the day I received a gluten-free, sugar-free cookbook (Keough, 2009) I ordered from Amazon. I opened the book to a mid-point and read this passage:
"...cooking for people is a grounded and sensual show of love, and being loved in return, especially if a dish is amazing and satisfying. And isn't this reminiscent of Mother? Mother is the one who fed us, or didn't feed us...Mother knows we need sweets. Sweet is a metaphor for love and love is what we all want and crave."
OK, OK, I'm listening!
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