We went on vacation recently for two weeks visiting London, Paris and the English seaside. It’s was wonderful.
At dinner one night I asked Rod what had been his best and worst meals of the trip. It’s always fun for me to get his take because he doesn’t relate to food the way I do. He’s so ambivalent about it for the most part. Though he did express a preference for British cakes over scones 🙂
We have eaten everything from pre-packaged sandwiches on a picnic table at the ocean to an unforgettable multi course lunch in a Michelin starred restaurant (Thank you Peter and Neal).
And we agreed on what what was best (The Grand Vefour) and worst (pre-packaged crab sandwiches). But what I failed to say, and woke up this morning remembering, was that even the worst meal with the right company (Rod, Rev, Tim, and Jack) is preferable to the best meal on the planet with the wrong people.
I am a bit fussy about my food. I admit it. I have only so many calories (or points plus) to spend a day and I hate to waste them on bad food. But these days, after a bad meal I quickly get over it and think oh well, “I’ll eat again in a few hours and hopefully it will be better,” remembering how fortunate I am to have an abundant life where I’ve never known real hunger.
But who you’re eating with and how you feel when you are with them trumps what you’re eating every time. Sometimes I forget that since I have the good fortune of eating almost exclusively with those I love.
It wasn’t always that way. For years I was caught in relationships and situations that caused me to eat with people that made me feel bad about myself or uncomfortable in some way, less than, nervous, self conscious. And since I wasn’t strong enough to change my situation, I elevated the importance of the food, giving it top billing in my life. It was my primary source of joy and entertainment.
So a less than stellar meal left me miserable and deeply disappointed. It would quite literally ruin my day. I had given over my power to my food. Which is crazy and destructive. And leads to eating too much too often in a futile attempt to improve your mood and situation.
But now, thankfully, I have moved food down into its proper position. It no longer gets top billing. That’s reserved for my relationships, my work, good books, fun activities and other forms of self care that “fill me up.”
Are you someone who rates your best and worst meals? Are you disappointed when your food is less than delicious?
Are you prone to placing too much importance on your food or not enough? What are the consequences?
I’d love to know your thoughts.
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