I struggle horribly with my addiction to sugary and fatty foods (especially cheese and chocolate and ohhh I love crisps).
There is no balance in my life. I can only eat loads of it or none of it (I’ve spent 25 years testing this theory).
Tonight I ate a healthy, light supper and STILL I am watching the clock and thinking to myself “If I leave now I can be at the supermarket in 5 mins” which would undoubtedly lead too a mini-binge (I don’t do huge binges anymore thank goodness) on crisps and chocolate.
So instead, to stop me walking up the road and buying junk, I’m sat at my lap-top writing a blog post, talking about food, good wholesome organic food, vibrant and delicious veggies and fruits, that I love the taste of which will nourish my body…..yet I still crave crap.
I am a HUGE believer in the commonly shared phrase on social media “Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food…” (Hippocrates circa 410 BC – although how accurate this is to the original phrase used by this great physician one can only guess) and I know that eating crap makes me fat and makes my body ill but I’ve yet to understand this strange mind of mine.
BUT I also eat mounds of healthy, earth friendly produce and I really do believe that this will heal my body and eventually the cravings will become ancient history, much like Hippocrates…. so I persevere.
Today my weekly medicine delivery arrived. Another organic original veg box from my favourite producer “Riverford Organics”.
And it was the mesmerising Romanesco and it’s Mandelbrotesque florets that reminded me of nature’s perfect plan for everything if only we would let it do it’s own stuff and stop interfering. And that is why I’ve really strived to buy organic in recent months. £18 a week is an investment in my health and this beautiful planet we live on.
This is all sounding rather “preachy” isn’t it…. anyone that knows me in real-life will know it’s not. As an imperfect, emotional, complex person I sometimes have to talk through my thoughts openly via my computer instead of subjecting my colleagues, friends and family to a barrage of intense discussions face to face.
As I finish this post, the supermarket is now closed which thankfully means a chocolate and crisp binge has been diverted. There is a smell of an organic spelt loaf freshly baking in my bread machine, wafting up the stairs and I will enjoy a slice of that in bed with a cup of tea.
Thank you for listening…
Much love, C xxxxxxx
PS: The AMAZING black figs in my Riverford box last week. It’s taken me 51 years to taste a fresh, soft, sweet black fig. You NEED to try these! I read that figs were also grown and produced in the UK in the 1940s which quite frankly astounded me!