I've been reading a fascinating book lately, Women Food and God by Geneen Roth. Her premise is that the way you eat is inseparable from your core beliefs about being alive. This is from the fly leaf : Your relationship with food is an exact mirror of your feelings about love, fear, anger, meaning, transformation and, yes, even God.
Do you believe that, Dear Reader?
I admit that I have food issues. It’s not that I’m an obsessive eater or starver. Okay, yes, I’m a little weak and have some trouble stopping when I’m really enjoying myself. But my ‘issue’ is that I think that I can use food to cure whatever ails me.
Let your food be medicine, and your medicine be food, Hippocrates says. So it must be true, right? Right?
I can’t get over the belief that somehow the powers that be have created a world in which everything we need has been provided, if only we are wise enough to recognize it. When I have a tummy ache I make myself some fresh ginger tea rather than reach for an aspirin. I believe that a good diet with lots of fish and olive oil and greens will keep me from having to take Lipitor. I've mentioned before that I buy the idea that fresh cherries are good for inflammation. I swear that cayenne pepper is good for excessive bleeding (drink it in milk or juice. Don't pour it in the wound!) Garlic for staving off infection. Onion for fevers.
I can't swear that it all really works every time, or even most of the time. But I need for it to be true, because then I have some control over my world. Maybe Geneen Roth is on to something.