the life of zooey who happens to be Bipolar 2
Comfort is individual. Some find it in chocolate or sweets like donuts, cake, or ice cream. Others in mashed potatoes, French fries or grits.
“But what’s murkier is whether comfort food can actually deliver on that promise. Is that the feeling of a soul being soothed, or just the onset of a mac-and-cheese-induced food coma?” Why Comfort Food Comforts – The Atlantic
Perhaps classical conditioning. The article says that comfort foods often bring back nostalgic times in childhood or adulthood where people were cared for and felt happy/safe. These help us through times of sadness or loneliness. Anxiety or stress can bring on eating. Emotional eating is nothing new. Another study mentioned that the stronger the emotions were, the more satisfying peopled tended to find food.
This is not to imply that indulging in comfort food is crazy bad. Comfort food moderation, as in all things, is fine. When comfort rules all your dietary choices, it may be better.
“Food, Gabriel said, could be swapped out for anything else that brings the same soothing sense of familiarity, like re-reading a beloved book or watching a favorite TV show”
Screw the sweets, I am a crunch girl through and through. Popcorn, chips, carrots. I prefer, over anything else, a loud, deafening sound. I’ve wondered over my life why I prefer the crunch. I can recall two times when crunch rule my childhood. First, I love Grape Nuts. The crunch is SO LOUD with that cereal. At the time, I didn’t know how loud. Mom made me wait a minute after the milk was poured to eat it. Apparently I MAKE horrific crunchy noises, too.I was amazed later in life when my mom confessed to this strategy.
Second, my actually munching and crunching memory was during my teenage years. I would drink a Mountain Dew in a real glass bottle and eat chips after school while watching Gilligan’s Island or The Brady Bunch. A fairly happy time I guess.
Perhaps crunching food makes me sentimental. I like to drown out the sounds around me. Silence my thoughts. It puts me in the same quiet state as walking through a snow storm on a very cold night. Sound muffled and no noise except for the crunch my boots make in the snow. I love winter and snow and do remember playing in snow or walking in it. Also, as a prairie girl, I must say it is true for wind. Car window open, windy day alike, it leaves nothing but a rush of air passed my ears.
Hitting all the bases,