In FA we often say, “Less is more,” referring to the fact that letting go of food gives us more peace of mind. Sometimes in my house, the less response I get from my family, the more I see the degree to which I am not quite like others when it comes to food.
My son, who doesn’t appear to be a food addict, had baked himself something for breakfast that was topped with sugar. I came along a couple of hours later to find my husband and son working on a project in the dining room. The dirty baking pan was on the stovetop.
I grabbed a spatula and asked my son if he was done with the pan, and he said he was.
I prepared to scrape the pan’s contents into the trash and said, “There’s a bunch of sugary stuff left.” My son and husband just glanced at me.
I commented, “I can’t believe you guys don’t eat all of that.” My son and husband silently glanced at me again.
Then I said, “Back in the day, I would have eaten it,” and was met with an extended glance, with no comment, from my son and husband.
So I scraped the pan and said, “Well I guess this is why I go to meetings three times a week and you two don’t!
I’m always grateful for a reminder of how I see food differently from those around me, and I’m especially grateful that I can laugh at myself when those reminders come.