I seem to be a little squeamish about food.
I am yet to work out whether this is a consequence – or a cause; a commonality – or a quirk that’s peculiar to myself.
It goes back to a peanut in a glass of orange juice incident, and is proving quite hard to shrug off –
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Can I just point out that a plastic portioned plate of cold food is not the best recipe for encouraging someone to eat?
Is it only me who realises that high calorie creamed cuisine is likely to be a little bit cloying for someone who is unaccustomed to eating?
If you’re trying to support someone to recover, it’s good to apply a little logic.
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I couldn’t resist. I know the subject (re-learning how to start eating normally) is serious but I’d rather lighten the tone, ease the tension a little.
And it’s not just an empty pun. It’s exactly what I had to do. Prove that food isn’t what the eating disorder said it was, start building up a little evidence, find a little ammunition to challenge 17 years of negative associations.
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I’ve had a few small misconceptions about food that some good nutritional advice has helped me to correct.
For a start, fat does not convert into body fat.
Second, you get out what you put in – and no puns are intended. Invest wisely because your body is a temple.
Third, the car-petrol-food-fuel analogy isn’t as clichéd as it sounds. You can only run on empty for so long.
Nutritionists can really help to change your thoughts about food and, as I started to get my head in gear, they armed me with some great science to challenge some of the bizarre conclusions my anorexia had reached.
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I am developing an unexpected interest in the culinary arts. It started with soup and hand blenders, carrots and coriander.
It’s not another unhealthy obsession, I hasten to add; but, I didn’t realise that you could taste pride. Along with organic vegetables and freshly mezzaluna’d herbs.
Who’d have thought that something which had caused me so much pain might actually start to bring me some pleasure? Food feels quite different when you breathe out a little of that guilt and start getting over the fear.
Cooking is becoming strangely therapeutic.
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