Comfort Food

I was sick as hell yesterday.  It could have been anything really.  I think it was just a bug of some sort.  Whatever.  It sucked, I feel better now so who cares.

The thing is I went back and forth between wanting to eat junk and realizing I was being stupid.  I certainly had access to it.  I'm really the only one in the house that's doing this.  I've mentioned before that my wife is allergic to MSG so we don't usually have a ton of overly processed food anyway.  That doesn't mean that we don't have any.  She's still fully addicted to Diet Coke so there's plenty of that in the house, there's a pizza in the freezer for my daughter when she comes this week since she whines if we feed her nothing but good stuff, and there's still plenty of other random things from before I started that I could have eaten.  I was seriously contemplating making some Velveeta Shells and Cheese.  Don't worry, I resisted.  I will admit that it was more because I felt like complete shit and didn't have the energy to get up and make anything than it was sheer willpower.  In addition to the fact that I was a little worried that anything I ate would come right back out again.

Why is it that I want comfort food when I'm sick?  Why do I want to eat crap that I know isn't good for me because I think it will make me feel warm and fuzzy to eat it?  I suppose that's part of the weird addiction to food.  The emotional attachment I have to food.  Hell, as a society we're programmed to be emotionally attached to food.  Comfort food, it sounds so innocent.  Everyone has foods that they consider comfort foods.  Macaroni and cheese, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, chocolate, cheesecake.  Ok, I have to stop, my mouth is watering.  None of that shit is all that good for me.

You'll all be happy to know that I'm over it.  Back to my healthy life, feeling good by putting good things into my body.