Flavor of Life
Posted By Claire on October 7, 2010
It’s taken almost two weeks for my new apartment to finally start feeling homey.
But it’s finally happened, and my mood has risen accordingly.
I’ve realized that my relationship with food is rather like a game – like trying to feed a particularly tempestuous horse. At first my body rejects food. Then it accepts a little – a few mouthfuls, just trying it out. Then it begins to eat, but, like a horse whose master doesn’t understand it, is never quite satisfied – the master is always providing it with either too much food, or not enough, and certainly never at the right time. And mostly, not the right kind of food.
Okay, that was a really convoluted metaphor, but I do feel like someone in charge of a very recalcitrant animal which refuses to eat and when it does eat is not satisfied. I feel like a harassed master who has a relationship of mutual respect and mutual lack of understanding with his animal.
In other news, I’m so in love with this song:) Gives me warm feelings.
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