“Home sweet home,” you say to yourself as you step into your apartment. You are pretty soaked from the walk home in the rain(not the weather..ITS STRESS). Who knew it was going to be sunny in the morning, suddenly snowing at noon, and raining by the afternoon? “Damn ,” you mumble, as you take off your shoes and jacket quite lethargically...hopelessly rather ....
You’re glad to be home, because it was just one of those laborious and stressful days in the work when nothing seemed to go your way.Your mom called about your Dad's health getting critical by the day.Your wife is pregnant for the 3rd time or that new girl at work "STOLE YOUR THUNDER"..Or your ex-gf has moved on(with a much richer guy) or your ex-bf found a sexier material to do every night....
It’s just one of those days.
And now you’ve got the munchies.
You walk towards the fridge and open it.
”Crap,”
”I’m out of beer.”
You stick your head in closer and scan the other parts of the fridge, including the freezer, hoping to find some other beverage or food that will be the remedy to your overall unimpressive day.
A few of things you see:
1) Leftover pancakes from this morning’s breakfast
2) Leftover salad from yesterday’s dinner
3) Big slice of chocolate cake
4) Pie that was given by your ever-so loving neighbour
5) Leftover Chinese food from god-knows-when
6) A tub of vanilla ice cream and a packet of sausages
“Score,” you say as you reach out to grab your food of choice. Because you know after you finish eating it, you will feel that much better – or at the very least, feel that much fuller.
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Over-whelmed !!!!....thats exactly what i am...Trying to figure out what i want???...And when something that i wanted is happening,why am i not over-joyed..exactly the way i imagined??
There's a little secret here...I listen to back-street boys and westlife and boyzone when over-whelmed...its not like i feel better but maybe i just start imagining circumstances where i'd be happier in...They are my secret-pick-me-up songs....
I'm feeling heavy and helpless...and i'm probably the best to camouflage it...and none,not even my self acclaimed know-it-all mom will see through my restlessness....i finished brushing my hair,chewing my nails and swallowing them,waxed my legs and tried every dish i hadn't tried before from "NIGELLA'S COOK BOOK"....She's like my saviour in times of distress or when i wanna cry and never find a shoulder to...sometimes all i require is a hug....and when i dont get it(which is way too often..thanks to the double coated shell around me),i run to find the same comfort from food....
Comfort food i describe as something that can be relished all by myself..without the guilt of not sharing..and i'm filled with heavenly gratitude!!!!INSTANTLY!!!!!.....
It can be something as simple as bread with warm(comforting)full cream milk and castor for some crunch....Or as elaborate as cooking some biryani just to give you that sense of achievement when you especially feel worthless and love-lacked...
I know none are remotely interested in my food for thought...but there's nothing more loyal(not even your dog) than food...cause it turns out just equal to the amount of effort you put in...Now thats the kind of math i get(without the x's and y's)...
Picture it: you’ve just broken up. Eyes red from crying, you listen to "One is the Loneliest Number" on endless repeat; no matter what the season, every time you step outside it rains. In a daze, you stumble through your kitchen, and inexorably you are drawn to the freezer; to the third drawer down; to the ice cream. Of course the slightly freezer-burnt Mint Chocolate Chip tastes good, it always does, but with every creamy bite, you find yourself thinking—for the moment, at least—that everything is going to be okay.
This all too familiar scenario is tied into a grand human tradition: comfort food. The fact that we seem to gravitate towards certain foods in times of grief is nothing new.The point is, our bodies clearly physically respond to comfort food, meaning your craving for Mac n’ Cheese after a funeral isn’t just in your head. People do a lot of unhealthy things trying to cope with pain and loss, from self-harm to drugs; in the grand scheme of things, eating some extra fat can’t be that bad, particularly when your body is telling you to. So when the need arises, don’t sit sadly in the rain or make good friends with a bottle. Instead, head to your freezer, grab that ice cream,bake a cake or try something new from that dust gathered cook book and indulge for a while!...
but am wondering..... how long can i keep that freezer door open? Nigella's passion is to keep her head in the recipe book and her hand in the fridge. I may getaway for a while with the yummys and the slurps.... but then.... getaways have a way of getting us back to reality...almost always!!!
"Most People are fat, because they neither love themself nor feel other peoples love." Quote 'someone from landmark'