When I was growing up, like many of you, I didn't have much of a choice of what I would and would not eat. At my mother's table, it was Eat it or starve: the choice is yours.
As an "adult," I pretty much have free range of whatever food I want. The problem is, though, I always go for the cheeseburger or pizza, not the fresh vegetables and lean cuts of meat.
Another issue that I face is that, for all my life, I have been an emotional eater. Yes, I eat when I'm sad or sort-of depressed, but also go overboard when I am happy, proud, embarrassed, anxious, amused, fearful, surprised, uncertain, relaxed... you get the point.
I used to really enjoy food and cooking, but now with the way things are in the world, and how busy our day to day life has become, I don't take the time to help make dinner, or to be thoughtful and considerate of what I eat. In terms of quality, the food I consume on a regular basis is, at best, only filling. If something were to taste really good, I would consider that a bonus.
Now, my wife and I are working on a different approach. A few weeks back, we began cutting back on all the crap in our diets, but we still have a long way to go. So far, I have lost a few pounds, but I'm beginning to enjoy my food again. My wife, Melissa has way more self-control than I possess, and is doing great.
We have always enjoyed spending time in the kitchen together, and maybe now we can do more of it. Still, she's the head chef, and I know and respect my boundaries.
I would rather eat quality food than a lot of it. Moderation, as they say, is key.
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