When I've felt overwhelmed and anxious before food has always played a role. I've not always given in and binged or even always chosen poorly. But it's always been part of the situation.
Not this time. I'm filled with fear about this trip my family is on, fearful that I'll lose my husband and children as they decide that the don't want a white wife or mother. It's irrational, I know, but it's there.
But weird thing; no food trouble. Not ugly starving, not frantic hoarding, not even baked pasta with four cheeses. Just simple pintos and brown rice and beans, zucchini and herbs from my garden; lots of fruit for extras. Good stuff.
And it's not been a struggle or a fight. I've hardly even given it thought. I just noticed that I was eating pretty clean. And I feel good.
Divine intervention?
Well then amen and hallelujah and thank you thank you thank you.
