I know this word is going around the web right now, but I love what it speaks to.
Um, yes, please!
And that’s the problem. Bacon makes everything better. But it’s really more of an emotional reaction than an objective “fact” to me. Yes, bacon is the garnish du jour, but it’s not really healthy. I suppose a little bit is okay–but I don’t stop there. I know that about myself.
And I’m known as the bacon guy at work. In the past, I’ve made the following:
- Bacon Caramel Apples
- Bacon Apple Caramels
- Bacon Caramel Popcorn Balls
- Banana Shortbread Cookies with Bacon and Peanut Butter Fudge
- Bourbon Bacon Banana Bread
See a little theme here?
And that’s another problem. I
should want to be known as the “Healthy Tasty Food Guy” or the “Guy Who Lost All That Weight.” Not as “The Bacon Guy.”
Of course, the part of this word that really impacted me wasn’t bacon. It was grief. The grief eating. The emotional eating.
I. Am. An. Emotional. Eater.
Make that an Emotional Over-Eater.
That’s my confession for today: I eat to find comfort.
I don’t exercise (which would be a beneficial replacement).
I don’t pray (which would be my ideal replacement).
And while I’m ashamed of that, I trust that claiming that struggle will help me past it.