Yes we are talking Franglais or Frenglish and we are talking about putting on weight – lots of weight. It’s a real battle when one is on the dark side of 60 and one loves food.
It is this exact love of food that I am questioning. I fear it has become an obsession. When does one move from a gourmet to a gourmand or when does one become addicted to food rather than they just like their tucker.
I knocked off lots of averdupois a couple of years ago on what we lovingly call “The Fat Farm’. Since then, however a few things happened such as the prolonged illness and subsequent death of my mother. I sat beside her for two weeks and watched her die. It was a miserable , painful death and nothing we could do made it easier for my mother. I wanted her suffering to end and so did she but you still have to wait. Differences also occur within the family. It is all very complicated, emotional communicating but it is a time when we all have to be flexible and tolerant of other people’s wishes.
Food gave me and continues to give me comfort as I haven’t really grieved for my mother. I don’t know how to.
Ok so I know why I am eating so much, so why can’t I change and modify my behaviour. THAT’S the part I do not understand.
Writing not Drowning 