Food is a Four Letter Word

"Foie gras na naman!" Something I uttered as we dined out for the umpteenth time during the holiday season laden with rich food - steaks galore, desserts unlimited, feasts that rivaled a deathrow man's last meal.

I love rich food. Creamy, buttery, white sauces. Fat from the bellies of meat and fish. Food that melt in my mouth and settle in my hips. Lusciously textured, exotic food that explodes in my mouth like a flavor bomb - caviar, foie gras, anchovies, cheeses of the world. Deep, dark, bittersweet chocolate and its variation as mousses and ganaches. When the fat escapes from the meat into the plate or the frying fan, I chase after it and dribble the oil on my rice or bread. I love dark red wine and want it dry and complex. My kind of seafood cannot be considered healthy because I go after female, pregnant, fat crustraceans.

Who am I kidding? I like cheap food as well. Street food. Fake cheeses. Synthetic desserts that come in cellophane.

And when I'm hungry, physically as well as emotionally, any food will do.

I just love food.

It's a sensual, wondrous experience to dine and see, smell, and taste food.

Food makes me think of God and all that is glorious in this world.

Food excites, elates, energizes, entices, elevates.

I hate food.

It weakens. It fattens. It is accompanied by a nagging conscience that only gets heard after consumption.

I just want to write this here. I think this blog is not going to be your usual diet blog. I believe, and judging from this post it looks like it's true, that food is an emotional thing. So, I hope this blog will help me deal with the emotional issues that accompany eating disorders. I pray that figuring things out will help me come up with an action plan to bringing healthy back.