Tonight, I went to hear Jeannette Walls speak. Her best-selling book, The Glass Castle, describes her crazy childhood. The Amazon.com site includes this in the description: "Rose Mary, [Jeannette's mother] who painted and wrote and couldn't stand the responsibility of providing for her family, called herself an "excitement addict." Cooking a meal that would be consumed in fifteen minutes had no appeal when she could make a painting that might last forever."
Jeannette's parents did not find feeding their children a priority at all. They often went hungry, literally hungry.
What I found interesting tonight was that Jeannette mentioned that she finds no comfort in food. She did not grow up with that association at all. (I think she found comfort as a child in reading, mostly, and in the love from her father, in particular.)
Jeannette Walls is a beautiful, lean woman. I sat on the front row, sort of mesmerized by her long thin legs. (Does that make me sound weird? Her legs were pretty much at my eye level since the stage was elevated, kind of like this.)
Anyway, I thought about myself . . . and how I find comfort almost entirely in food.
Now, that is food for thought.
Imagine someone who does not find comfort in food trying to work hard to associated food with comfort. (That would be weird, right?) And yet, that's what I must do . . . work hard to find reliable comfort in something besides food. It's not natural when the habits you have were developed over a lifetime of cookies and "treats."
What do you find comforting . . . besides food?