King's Daughter's Kitchen

I have a love-hate relationship with food. Being real, I starve myself when I feel out of control. I’m working on my control issues with God and my counselor. I have to eat gluten-free for celiac disease. I make Bible-based, vegetarian food choices based on my faith. I’m proud that I have lost weight. When things are out of control, I should give them to God and “let it go, let it go.” I do give my struggles to God and receive absolute peace, but after a while, I take some stuff back. I control food because I can, but it’s not healthy to be so rigid. It’s easy to say I should enjoy food and let it be fun. It’s another thing to cut loose and eat freely.

Knowing that I still freak out about sugar, calories, food additives, and eating around other people, my counselor challenged me to:

Go to the ice cream store

Go inside

Order a scoop of ice cream

Take two bites even if I threw the rest away

It took me two weeks. The first week, I went, but I couldn’t go inside the store.

Then, my counselor encouraged me again. I managed to go inside the store, to confront all of the sights, smells, and people, and to order a cappacinno chunky chocolate frozen yogurt. I started to eat the treat. I enjoyed it so much that I finished it. I did my homework. My counselor was proud of me, and I was happy and proud of myself. I might like more ice cream some time, one step, one scoop at a time.