My Midlife Crisis Is About My Relationship With Food
To be fair, it is one of my most important relationships
I could tell you that my relationship with food is complex, but I would be lying.
My relationship with food and eating is actually very simple. I love it. I love food. I love eating. It is intricately bound up in nearly every single thing I do, think about, and enjoy.
So far, I’ve had several midlife crises (it is a terrible time in life, after all). I’ve been depressed by all the regular issues: I got too old to try and have any more kids. I’m realizing it’s going to be nearly impossible, after freelancing and many years out of the traditional workforce, for me to find professional work that I enjoy and can rise through the ranks in. I got older and more fearful before I ever felt truly “in my prime.”
But this trouble in my relationship with food? It feels like the last straw.
Here’s the problem(s)
I love food. Almost indiscriminately. I am thankful for my food and faithful to my food. I just ate lunch and my last bite tasted every bit as great and as satisfying as the first bite.
But.
I am firmly ensconced in middle age now. Food tastes as great as ever, but there’s no…
