Ok, so let me start by saying that these last couple of days I've felt like I'm back in college when it comes to doing my daily blog posts. Not because I'm dreading them or doing them against my will but because I'm squeezing them in at the last possible minute of the day (or in this case, doing them a day late). Remember those days when you had a paper due at 11:59 pm and you emailed it to your teacher at 11:58pm? I have a good reason for having gotten into this habit, even though really it's only been twice so I probably shouldn't be so hard on my self. Anyway, things have been a little crazy around here the last 24-ish hours but that story will have to be saved for another time.
Since I never really gave a "wrap-up" on my '7' food month, I thought I'd write on that today. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, here's a quick recap. For the entire month of September I ate only seven foods. Chicken, sweet potatoes, spinach, apples, bread, avocados, and eggs. Or at-least I tried. I didn't always succeed.
It was a challenging month. Maybe even harder than I expected. I think what added to the challenge is that it was a hard month for Justin and I personally. Some big changes occurred in our lives and I guess you could say we were experiencing more stress than normal.
On those days when hard conversations were had or tough decisions were made or disappointing moments had to be swallowed, there wasn't much we felt like we had control over. Which isn't' always a bad place to be, but it's usually still a hard place to be. My instinct in those moments, even though I knew I was restricting myself to only seven foods that month, was to just eat. I am not normally an emotional eater, or at least I didn't think I was, but in these moments food was all I felt like I had control over. Even if it was as simple as eating one cookie, I still had control over that cookie when everything else seemed to be falling apart.
I know it sounds silly but I think real people struggle with this on a daily basis. On more than one occasional during my 'food month' I let my emotions get the best of me and I allowed food to be my comfort. Is it really that big of a deal? For me, probably not. Because it's not likely that I will balloon to 400lbs. Ever. It's just not in my DNA. Honestly my stomach can't even handle large amounts of food without revolting.
But for some, food can have devastating effects. The tiny glimpse I got into the world of emotional eating helped me empathize with those who deal with this issue on a daily basis. I'm not saying that eating your problems away is ok, I'm just saying 'I get it'. At least a little, tiny bit.
My hope is that we can enjoy food the way God intended, take what we need, and let the world have the rest.
I'll end with this. Hayley who blogs at The Tiny Twig said this in a guest post she contributed to a '7' book club over at (in)courage....
"Did you know that 40% of the food in America goes wasted, yet 1 in 6 American’s haven’t enough to eat? Clearly, this is not a supply issue. The problem isn’t that we have too many people to feed, or that we cannot grow enough food to feed the hungry. The problem is, the “haves” are taking more than we need without thought."
Let's chew on that, shall we?
** If you'd like to read a great article about food waste, click here.