My son believes in the finer things in life: napping, being held when he cries, and holding onto his comfort blanket to sooth his distress.
A certain someone in my life admitted that the comfort foods in her life must stop. I agreed in sympthathy. My comfort food intake has been going on for twelve months. Now, I can't blame my ravishing appetite on the pregnancy hormones or the fact that I'm feeding another life. I can't blame my post-pregnancy hormones for my sweet tooth on the fact that breastfeeding uses up to 1,000 calories a day so I deserve that box of Oreos. I am no longer pregnant and I no longer breastfeed. No more excuses.
I too have been guilty of late night runs to Jack-in-the-Box for fries and a vanilla shake; McDonald's for their wonderful hot fudge sundaes, and downing a box of cookies without thinking twice about it. I soooooo get it. Comfort food for us women who do it all. Enough said.
Those women who 'do it all' --- and indulge in the cookies, sundaes, vanilla shakes, cupcakes and red velvet cakes --- convince ourselves that a good dessert will make our daily stressors go away, and that the hard day in front of us will be easier to manage. We tell ourselves this decadent chocolate cupcake is what we deserve, until of course that day turns into the next 30 or 60. We go about our responsibilities -- taking on the raising of children, finances, cooking and cleaning. We become super-mom, and want some comfort, a quick fix, a resolution that we're doing it good enough. We need something that will release us from our humongous responsiblities: the devilish cupcake; the sinful eclair, the tempting Krispy Kreme donut with extra glaze.
We look at our babies or remember the time when we were a baby ourself and idolize how comforting a simple blanket or pacifer was to once fix our distress. Sometimes, we wish it was that easy now to be comforted, safe, peaceful in our heart and mind.
We hold our babies tight and give them all the warm comfort they deserve and not be means of food, but love. We tell them that they are appreciated and perfect just as they are. And, instead of reaching for that dessert tonight, we try to tell ourselves the same thing.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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