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I believe in food’s rich symbolism, its joy shared with family and friends. I believe in food.
To deprive ourselves of food is to deprive ourselves of the essence of culture. I believe it’s enriching to be obsessed with the good things that food represents, and I even believe in being obsessed with good food.
But I don’t believe in being obsessed with eating.
A lean and healthy body is achieved and maintained partly through good eating habit, not obsessed eating.
Eating in cars, eating at the computer, eating with the television, and eating while walking are all mindless acts originating from our culture’s obsession with eating.
We eat around the clock, we eat because we’re told we should eat, we eat because we’re convinced we need to eat, we eat simply because it’s “time” to eat.
We eat because food is now fuel to keep us operating in a world that doesn’t stop to experience the taste, texture or delicacy of meals.
As even chaos forms patterns, we’ve progressively formed a lifestyle that ceases to see food as an enhancement to the crucial time in which we sit with friends, family, or ourselves to reflect patiently on and experience deeply all of life’s rich sensations — those things to which we’ve become numb as we choke down a chocolate-flavored protein shake, or the imitation plastic within plastic “flavored” to taste like something our grandmother used to make with her hands.
5 years later we turn sideways in the mirror and realized we’ve gained 10 extra pounds. So we blame it on age, blame it on a slow metabolism, and buy clothes that hide the soft underbelly of our eating obsession.
Food has become an automated process, a weapon to fend off the irrational fear of starvation, of void, of boredom. Food is the victim of our eating obsession.
All this, while forgetting the fundamental importance of food: the celebration of family, friends, life, and of good food itself.
Put the greater meaning of food back into food, and there might be hope.