
This cartoon illustrates what has been my thoughts in the past, (or could be my thoughts, if I let them), that I wrote about here.
It hit me just last night: eating for fun is simply that = fun. Not eating for comfort or stress or distraction, I am talking about eating just for fun, for the pure sensation, for enjoyment.
I don’t eat for fun anymore.
Although I love the meals I plan, I love the food I eat, (I make sure I exclusively eat foods I really like, that are particular to my own tastes), I no longer eat just because it would be fun to eat something. And that is something I used to do. Really, that is normal in our society, it is something that many people do. Normal, as in not necessarily something society would say I should not do, (versus society would say, for example, you should not smoke cigarettes, they are bad for you). And that is why it just hit me last night. I guess I will never eat for fun ever again.
Wow. I will never again just start eating because food is simply there, and it would be fun to eat it.
A big part of this is because I know that planning my meals really works for me. And I know that planning a special occasion indulgence (Thanksgiving, Christmas) is also fine and works for me. But just that realization that I will never just start eating something (snack food=chips, nuts, candy) for fun, for the sensation of chewing, for pure enjoyment, ever again, wow, that really hit me last night.
Of course, it does not end up fun or enjoyable in the end. I may start itching all over, (many nuts are contaminated with gluten during the bagging process, a light dusting of flour prevents nuts from sticking to conveyor belts and each other). I may start feeling intestinal pressure and bloating because chips made with corn flour state gluten free but also contain…I just went and looked at my husband’s bag of mini pizza rounds that he occasionally likes to eat with salsa…calcium hydroxide, which is used to soak corn to make it more digestible, (which will give me gas and bloating for 24 hours). I may end up waking up drenched in sweat from the sugar in candy, (as if occasional menopause hot flashes were not bad enough, nothing brings on the worst nights sweats like sugar will).
So, all in all in the end, no fun, no enjoyment.
Admittedly, I am sensitive (really sensitive) probably because as a Celiac I went undiagnosed for the first 40 years of my life. And even though going gluten free stopped my body’s immune response to gluten, the gluten free substitutes (and many other grains) eventually made me feel just as sick as if I had eaten gluten, because most of them are processed and ultra processed. The suspicion is I have some intestinal permeability that lets through more of these chemicals than average, (and as an eczema sufferer, I also have skin permeability that makes my skin “sensitive” also), which are in most ultra processed foods.
But I could still eat snacks, if I wanted to, and just put up with the discomfort. People do it all the time.
In addition to not eating excess foods for comfort, stress, or distraction, I have to choose every day not to eat foods that will eventually hurt, no matter how good they taste, or how much simply enjoyment or fun I would feel in the moment.






