reassessing my relationship with food

I read this article the other day about the differences in eating habits between French and American cultures. The whole time I was reading it, I was nodding along to all of the French eating habits as if I, too, maintained a healthy relationship with food.

But then a couple of days later I was serving a lady at the cafe and she was umm-ing and ahh-ing about a slice of cake. Finally she decided that she 'deserved to be a little naughty' and I laughed and agreed, but in that same moment I was having a bit of a head-slapping moment. Something shifted and I realised that, like her, I was actually subscribing to a very western relationship with food.

As a teenager I was dreadfully skinny. I could eat anything I wanted and never gain a pound. But times passes and bodies change and as a result so too has my relationship with food. At least this is how I've explained things to myself. It doesn't all come down to this, necessarily. I certainly did gain more womanly hips the closer I came to leaving my teens behind, but I also lost something: a regular and predictable routine. With the blessed benefits of hindsight, I can see that what really happened at this time was that my eating habits changed. I was no longer made to wait until the scheduled class breaks to sate my hunger; I ate when I felt the very first twinge of hunger. And quickly this proved to be every two hours when left to my own devices.

I found myself more and more inclined to purchase my lunch rather than to make it in the morning and I always had access to more food if I so desired.
I had unwittingly adopted the more detrimental of eating habits of out Western culture.
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