Foodie or Foodud?

Sometimes, we like food. We just can’t help but wolf something down when we are in a state of hunger, lack of sugar, lack of energy, barring from a social, being antisocial, eating your emotions, or cast upon a lack of anything to do here-on in. (This is why you pack on the pounds in your Freshman 20s). Adjusting to new circumstances is a huge challenge.

For me, I was more a freshman at Life, but gathered towards a more senior charge.

Packing on more than the solid goal of what your body needs to maintain for it to function at energy level normal, is primarily the necessary calories-in-a-syllabub. Everything else, is a conversation in negotiating with ourselves the wants vs needs, the hub-bub of whether your mouth gets humdrum or fireworks to compensate for the level of sh*t you had that day.

I feel whenever that moment has to come upon me, the only choice is: to remain resilient, and goal-worthy people keep on track, or to become a changeling - a for the moment guy, a oh-you-only-live-once three times a year girl, a who-else-is-gonna-know chameleon of inordinate proportion of fear and doubt and the holocaust that is your uninvolved, un-evolved, (but very interesting) psyche. Spare me the sad story.

I would eat the chocolate cake.

Life is always kept in a balance. A very intimate, personal balance. Of what to do, what not to do, and then the very important middle-child honorarium of how we are able to thrive with all the mind-luggage of going forward, moving on, cementing the circumstance, amending the negative, and all the percussions that will serve as your baseline as you beat yourself up silly with not being able to grab the bull by the horns, and take life - your life up - in a storm of first-person-conducted rave of nonchalant colour.

This seems mud cake muddy, or hard to deal with. Or hard candy. Full stop. Depending on where you are - and where you stand, with a geographic influence haul of centuries-old traditions knocking at your door to where you pilot your human along. Sometimes, that’s a hard course along the way, rough air patches that bring you up and down - in more than turbulent times - but there are moments of glorious sunshine rays guiding you down the aisle where you need to be - and when it feels right, intuitively it becomes a melting point of where your mind meets what matters. It somehow does not feel all that silly, or in need of a lifetime of justification. To anyone.

I think what we need is to center our own needs - no one attends to this (and even if by nature, we have two parents) sometimes, the jurisdiction is left only to you, at the end of that day. Everyday. So, when we collide face to face with what we actually might become, it makes sense to just get a grip on your life list, cross-referenced with your today list, checked with your timetable minder - and be on your way. To deciding a big Yes, or a big No.

And you have only yourself to challenge to work yourself up to the challenges of arriving at a fine decision - to a Big Happy End, or a really Morose One, where all the factors are not surrounded by the players with the limitations (mostly a self-imposed one, mind), and be elaborate about the aligning of every philosophy that’s ever bound to submit you into a resilient solider, or a happy (unlucky) mega-static mistress to your own food haul misery.

Like any relationship, your personal approach to food becomes one of a love or hate. There aren’t people on earth more familiar with this gob-stopping frenzy than the French. There are times when they remain simple in palate, but exactly what they need at the moment - not in quantum amounts, but the most that their mind and psyche are fed. We feel most minded when we are nourished - it is a most primal thing we need to keep at, in keeping ourselves kept. We need to give ourselves the nudge to nurture and mostly, humans need brain food, but mostly just really that most elegant expression of culture that keeps us going, for more.

We all have to define our own arrival to our own elegant decisions - how elegant, and how refined they may be - are entirely up to us.

In the template of life, where we design around what pleases us, sometimes opposed to what operationally we actually need to glide along the grid that is made alongside or coordinated with everyone else’s. Whether that brings you along, or down in the depths of not being able to do what you want because your turn became more of a downturn, is learning bumping into a wall is not the way to your path. Getting around that limitation is going to exceed you being helpless, and the faster this process moves along, the better you will be at achieving your goals. Not always a cooperative instance. But that’s life. You need to process radicals out of your system, and yet apply the radical means to steer its course that had landed you in a most unfavourable position.

(And bathe in that relentlessly saucy & oftentimes, heavily curried irony.)
But at least now, you are no longer fresh, pounds of life have exited the toxins in your body, and the ex-nubeness that elevates you into new knowledge will prove you a stronger, more fit person for a new life ahead.

Not just be a fat head.