Food – friend or foe?


Ever since I can remember, food has been my answer to just about everything. Celebrating a victory? Out to dinner! Drowning in the sorrows of a terrible horrible no good very bad day? Ice cream - always ice cream. Need an afternoon pick-me-up? Coffee and a cookie of course! Whatever the festivity (or ailment), I can guarantee there’s a grub for that.
Growing up in New Orleans really gave me the chance to go all-in on my addiction because we were surrounded by some of the best cuisine in the country – even gas stations had a five-star shrimp po boy.
I very distinctly remember losing the presidential election at school to my best friend during my eighth-grade year, and the only thing that stood a chance of cheering me up was Reese’s peanut butter, whipped cream pie from the cafe on our way home. Later, when I was studying for finals, I was obsessed with the Chinese restaurant "Five Happiness" and would drive the 60-minute round trip just to get their General Tso’s chicken for sustenance. My poor mother was probably cringing, but I was young and in love … with food.
Now that I’m roughly 20 years older (ouch) my over-indulgent tendencies have completely caught up with me. Three kids later, my body is saying, “seriously, did you have to have dessert EVERY night for the last decade?” The answer is likely “no,” but food has been my oldest friend.
Or, has it been more of a "frenemy?"
This whole time I thought food was my solution – the answer to life’s dilemmas. That may have been fine for 120-pound 16-year-old Jordan who had the metabolism of a hummingbird, but thirty-something Jordan wishes she could have shown some restraint. So, where does that leave me?
In the spirit of being healthier, I’m trying to make better decisions, and leave the cheating for a meal here and there, rather than a month-long foodie binge. Charles M. Schulz once said, "All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.”
I think he had it about right – chocolate isn’t the worst. God made chocolate, and God is good. Maybe if I can reorient my brain to get more dependent on God, and less addicted to chocolate I’ll be on the right path.

Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at -sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.


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