I’m not sure exactly why food is such an important part of my life. It’s always been there when I wanted it – I’ve never been truly hungry.
Perhaps it’s that, as someone who grew up on a homestead and has homesteaded for years as an adult, most of my time and effort has gone toward food production in some way. Maybe it’s that you can’t go anywhere or look at any type of media without being bombarded by food images.
All I know is…food is always hovering in the back of my mind.
This nomadic life is going to require a big adjustment in my attitude about food. First of all, I am going to have to learn to trust that I will be able to find what I need as it will be impossible to store large quantities of food on the bus. Second of all, I will have to deal with a very small refrigerator so I must eat what I have quickly.
I’m sorry to say, I’ve put on some pounds over the last few years. Even though I don’t like it, I’ve told myself that it’s not a problem. After all, I felt fine.
Lately, I can’t honestly tell myself that.
My energy levels have dropped, my finger joints are painful and swollen, and I’m always hungry, mostly for sweets – my biggest addiction. Some people can’t say no to a drink or that cigarette. Not me. But offer me a chocolate bar and I have no will-power whatsoever.
Just because I know what I need to do doesn’t always make it easy to do. Habits are so very strong and my eating habits have been solidly built into my current lifestyle.
Just like the alcoholic must completely change their routine to successfully recover, I know I need to change my patterns around food. After all, change is what this entire adventure is built around. Even though I’m not on the bus yet I am carefully examining my eating habits, finding recipes that will work on the bus, and cutting down on the number of times I eat in a day – fewer meals = less propane and water used for cooking and cleaning.
I’m trying to lighten all of my loads, including the one on my body.