It's not Healthy - It's FANCY
I've decided that if I have to keep a food diary, I am going to have to have some fun with it. It is, therefore, now my mission to over describe the ever living shit out of everything I eat.
No more shall I be having a skinny cappuccino in the morning... Instead I will be having a dark roasted, robustly brewed cup of manna, the origins of which lie deep in the jungles of Africa. It will be served in the great Italian tradition with freshly heated and delicately frothed skim milk sourced from only the finest bovines, hand selected and raised in pristine conditions to ensure the delicate interplay between bean and cow is represented with integrity and perfection with each cup.
And that's just the beginning - the muesli I choke down every morning will be elevated from oats and shit to a veritable smorgasbord of deliciousness, my daily salad lunches will be mouthwatering displays of the outer reaches of my adjective ability. By the time this diary gets to my trainer, there will not be a describing word in the dictionary that hasn't been stretched to the absolute limit. There will be menus in top restaurants that wont have the the same level of absolute WANK that this food diary will have.
Who knows, I might even learn to describe healthy food so well I wont mind eating it - when you stop looking at lettuce like, well, lettuce and start thinking of it as delicate leaves or hand picked fronds of greenery, it starts to sound a little more appetizing. It's all about sales really - if I can convince myself that I'm not eating healthy, I'm eating fancy then maybe I wont notice the complete lack of chicken nuggets and french fries in my current diet.
I need to make myself believe that I am not missing out.. in fact, it's everyone else that's missing out on my awesome food. That was, after all, one of the biggest struggles I had last time I tried this. I constantly felt like I was missing out on the fun stuff - you know cupcakes and lollies and sausage rolls. I mean they are the 'party foods' we all grew up with, every time you got to eat them you were having a great time. Those types of foods are the foods I associate with feeling happy - reward food, celebration food, treat food... I guess when I feel sad, that's part of the reason I turn to them. They are imprinted in my brain with happy memories so it's my go to for a mood pick-me-up.
I think what I really need to work on is not just making healthy food habits, but also healthy food associations - connecting good food with good memories and reprogramming my brain to look there for solace, rather than in a bag on fun sized Mars Bars.
And then maybe one day I can reprogram all emotion/food connections so I don't look to eating as a solution to depression. Well a girl can dream anyway...
