I'm home sick with the flu right now, and I was re-watching a Julia Roberts movie called Eat Pray Love. It's a quintessential "chick flick" filled with scenic locations and beautiful ideas, based on a book I haven't read which is essentially about the concept of finding oneself in the world. It's a pretty film and I recommend it, but this one scene I just watched summed up how I want to approach food in many ways. It's a scene where two characters are sitting in a bistro in Naples, Italy eating what appears to be an incredibly sumptuous brick oven pizza - and one of them stops because she recently discovered that she's gained ten pounds.
This dialogue follows:
Liz: Let me ask you something. In all the times that you’ve undressed in front of a gentleman, has he ever asked you to leave?I'm not advocating throwing health and good nutrition out the window and neither is the author who wrote the scene, it's simply a statement about how in certain moments in life it's more important to eat and drink deeply of where you are right now than it is to micro-analyze every bite you take. Life is short, and it grows shorter with every passing day. I don't want to live it dragging around a useless weight of self loathing anywhere.
Liz: No – exactly! Because he doesn’t care. He’s in a room with a naked girl. He’s won the lottery! I’m so tired of saying no, and waking up in the morning and recalling everything I ate the day before – counting every calorie I consumed so I know exactly how much self-loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese, I’m just through with the guilt. So, here’s what we’re going to do: we’re going to finish this pizza, and tomorrow, we’re going to buy ourselves some bigger jeans.