Fantasy Shopping at Costco
What would you put in your cart if both calories and money didn’t matter?
I have an acknowledged food obsession. When I was in my 40s, I suffered from a binge eating disorder that I cured by simply becoming happier.
I date the beginning of my food obsession to early childhood, when I learned from my doting grandmother that food equals love, and, from my neglectful, abusive mother, that badly prepared food equals the opposite of love. I felt loved when my grandmother was making me her inimitable fried potatoes and unloved when my mother was dishing out chemical-laden Hamburger Helper for the third time in a week.
The binge-eating episodes left me feeling empty and disgusted. I would go to my local corner store and buy chips, chocolate, candy, soda pop, and ice cream. It was not unusual for me to consume an entire pint of Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream in a single sitting, followed by a bag of chips.
Luckily, I stopped doing that and lost about 40 pounds. I looked amazing. Men wanted to date me. I met two husbands on one dating site!
Now that I’m in my 60s (and happily married to a gorgeous, younger, athletic man), I can no longer afford to get lost in food fantasies. Maintaining my health throughout old age has to be my priority.
