This is an epic showcase showdown…
I like to cook stuff.
I like to eat stuff.
Food hates me SO much, but I adore it.
I adore everything about it.
I like researching it.
I like planning for it and around it.
I like going to the market and finding the perfect it.
I like cleaning it.
I like chopping it.
I like cooking it.
I like setting the table for it.
I like sharing it (or not).
I like eating it.
I like cleaning up after it.
I like leftovering it.
I like reinventing it for the next time (or not).
Food and I have never seen eye-to-eye, or rather, body-to-body.
I think that food should nourish all of the senses.
Food thinks that my body, in particular my stomach, is a stupid dumb jerk that it does not want to spend time with, and so it begs to escape that hell-hole as quickly as possible. It does not even take time to phone a friend. It just wants out asap. If it cannot be accommodated, then it tells my body to punish me further (hives, headaches, nausea, fatigue, cramping, inflammation, super fat storage, intestinal upset, etc – you know, the usual).
I do have some allergies and sensitivities, and I avoid those triggers as much as possible. However, these nasty side effects of my eating can occur even when eating something I have successfully eaten before.
Anxiety makes my stomach a hell hole for food.
I want my stomach to be a healthy respite for food.
I want my body to enjoy the experience as much as my brain tells me that I do.
Our stomachs have been compared to being our second brain – and mine certainly lives up to that description. Anything my brain rejects because it is too scary, nasty, unpleasant, or terrifying, I know it sends away to let my stomach deal with it. My brain is Scarlett O’Hara making clothes out of curtains, and my stomach is always “tomorrow,” when Rhett leaves, Scarlett is childless, broke, and the house is crumbling.
What I am trying to say is that I like cooking a big turkey, and I missed out on doing so for Thanksgiving. I’m going to cook one for Christmas Eve.
I am also trying to say that I have found a new therapist, and will begin Somatic Experiencing to heal through this process.
I hope that my stomach can learn better communication with food, and not piss it off so much.
I hope that my brain can more effectively deal with situations and processing emotions, so that it may communicate appropriately with my stomach.
If you see me in clothes made from my curtains, please feel free to call me on it. If they are green velvet with gold tassels, please contact my mother asap.
I hope that you all are handling the holiday season well (for those ‘in’ it). Expectations, internal and external, are sometimes difficult to reconcile with reality (hello, anxiety).
If you are not moving well through the holidays, please find support for you – you are worth it!
If you are finding the season hopeless and desperate, please call a national hotline:
Domestic Violence Hotline 1.800.799.7233
Suicide Prevention Hotline 1.800.273.8255
Love, Ms. Herisme xo