Food is Good

Transforming your relationship with Food

Yesterday I went to the local apple farm and purchased a half bushel of Cortlands and a small square of peanut butter fudge. I was hungry so I ate the fudge in the car driving home. By the time I got home I was in a wicked bad mood and told my loving husband to “just shut up” because he was being way too cheery and telling stupid jokes-it being Friday night and all, he was in a good mood. After an argument and apology I tried to figure out why I had snapped at him like that. ‘Aha’ hit me an hour later when I remembered the fudge.

Forty or so years ago I used to bake and decorate cakes for living. I also sampled the icing as I did it and would frequently find myself in a mean and ugly mood. This reminded me of my father and his often erratic moods that went along with his love of candy. Do you all see where I’m heading? My dad ended up with diabetes — yes I think my black moods and his were related to blood sugar spikes and crashes.

I have known this a while now and avoid foods where sugar and white flour predominate. However I know now that I can eat any damned thing I want to eat as long as I’m prepared to accept the consequences. This time the peanut butter fudge got me. Maybe next time I’ll eat an apple. Maybe. Bon appetit! Jean

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