Sunday, 10 February 2013
Dear food intolerance
I love you. I thought you loved me. I thought we were happy. I don't understand how you could stop loving me, just like that, with no explanation. You didn't even try to work on it. I know our relationship has been rocky at times. Too much of a good thing is sometimes bad for you. I know at times I've neglected you too. It was selfish of me, I know, but I wanted to concentrate on myself for a while. I thought it would be better for me. But I always let you back into my life. My absence never lasted long.
Oh food, over the years we've created so many happy memories. Remember that roasted vegetable lasagne? I ate it for 3 days straight, for lunch and dinner. You were my world. And remember the farmer's market, where I spent 20 minutes choosing the perfect loaf of freshly baked bread? Remember all those times I plucked you off the shelves in the supermarket? Wanting to give you a good home?
So where did it all go wrong? You've turned against me. You're causing me so much pain. I'm sick to my stomach. My stomach hurts all the time. All I want to do is sleep. I've lost all motivation.
How could you do this to me after everything I've done for you? I lavished you with attention. All those times I baked you, rinsed you, steamed you, roasted you, chopped you, kneaded you, sauteed you, sprinkled you. I can't quite believe that, for now at least, our relationship is going to change in such a dramatic way.
You've treated me so badly that I've grown suspicious of you. There are parts of you that hurt me. There are parts of you I can't live with. They need to change. I hope you can try and understand, I don't want you to leave my life completely. I couldn't live without you. But we've got to find a way of being together, without hurting one another.
Hopefully in a few weeks I'll start to feel better. And then we can reassess and see how things go. Let's try and make this work, ok?
I still love you, food.
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