foodie baby.

It's recently come to my attention that I love food.

Sure, it's not the revelation of the centutry but I never really realised just how much I really love food - and that I always have.
I'm not talking about a desire to constantly try new things, or go to the best restaurants or travel the world to taste a certain kind of truffle or cheese (although that fresh buffalo mozzarella straight from the source in the country outside Naples was preeetty amaze.) I don't even eat meat, I just mean a love for putting decent, wholesome anything into my mouth and savouring not just it's deliciousness but it's comforting presence in my belly and my mouth.
Ok, using the word "comfort" there just made this sound like an post complete with eating issues but I swear I'm not that far gone. I don't think I'd be far off that kind of lifestyle - depending what was on offer - but this super food appreciation does, thankfully, come with a measure of restraint (I am a skinny jeans girl after all.) I'm one of those "I only jog so I can eat extra dessert" types, I guess.
Anyway, this all came to my attention just the other day when we were watching some old home movies starring yours truly age 3 or 4. Man, I was a cutie! but I digress. I noticed for the first time how often I was eating. Every time there was food around, it was going in my mouth. And it just seemed to be happening all the time. And I wasn't just eating all the time, I was loving it. You could see the pure pleasure in my eyes with each mouthful. I don't know how I could have only just noticed it.
So I suppose I feel as though I've had a bit of a self-discovery moment. It explains why I could never understand my friends who were fussy eaters, or who didn't eat all their dinner. I used to worry I was a victim of the old "you have to eat the last mouthful, or it will be lonely without its friends in your belly!" but nope, I was eating that sucker whether he liked it or not. I look at kids now that don't want to eat with all sorts of early-20s pre-parenting judgements...I pretty much think their parents are failing if the kids won't eat but now I can see that one day that kid may have a similar eureka moment when they realise they were just never that into food and it's not an anorexia thing, they just aren't that fussed with eating. (Never understand that kind of thinking.)
Just quietly, I'm sure a lot of this comes down to some kind of oral fixation, you know, constantly putting things in my mouth (hurhur) whether it be food, drink, gum or cigarettes. I am a little bit on a constant look out for the next substance to pass my lips. And I looove kissing. I get cravings for it like crack. Not that I've ever craved crack. But I'm guessing it leads to pretty strong cravings.
Now that I'm fully aware of my I <3 Food mentality I'm a little concerned about overdoing it. Like "oh, I better try that new style of rye bread because I love food" and eating the whole loaf "but it's ok because I love food, it's what I do" AND I'm going to make sure I keep the feeder in me in check (remember: not everyone wants to eat as much as you, as often as you.) But I suppose knowledge is power and I've kept things under control up to this point. (Apart from putting on 10Kg when I went to Europe. But you know, pastries in Paris, pizza in Italy...DROOL)