I love food. I love to eat.
But wait. Hold on.
How often do I really love my food and how often do I actually enjoy eating?
Very frequently, I turn to food to avoid feeling lonely, or I eat to procrastinate. Those moments of ingestion are typically mindless and without joy. Food provides a temporary fix, and an escape from what I am trying to avoid.
Lawrence Lanoff has said, “Fuck your food”, meaning, as I understand it: enjoy every moment of eating it, really savour every bite, every flavour, every texture. Put as much energy and focus into eating as you do fucking. I tried this the day after hearing it. Putting that much focus into what I ate allowed me to experience the best piece of pizza I’d ever eaten, when in fact, it was a store-bought frozen pizza, that normally I wouldn’t think much of, but when I was “fucking my food”, MAN! Was it ever good! If frozen pizza could be that amazing, just imagine the effect on my body while eating a piece of chocolate with that much intense focus: full-body energetic orgasm! Hell, yeah!
Like most things, I tried this out one day and promptly fell back into my habitual, mindless eating patterns. My intention to slow down and enjoy it is back today, though. I’m going to fuck my food. Well, dessert, at least.