Eating for comfort can’t be the worst possible thing a person can do. I mean, I can think of several ‘worse’ things. Shooting for comfort, bludgeoning for comfort, cussing and spitting for comfort—so you know what I’m saying, eating for comfort is not the worst thing a person can do. BuT… eating the wrong thing for comfort can make it bad for the person and those around them.
Let’s take a look at those who eat sweets for comfort. It’s easy to just grab an old piece of chocolate from the bottom of the stash bag, shove it in one’s mouth and call it comfort, but no… just the mere word—comfort, evokes an emotion that requires so much more effort, energy and love.
Today, I needed comfort—not like bad, but, still, I knew if I didn’t take care of this at this stage it was only going to get worse, so I had some mints in my purse—instead of grabbing them and tossing them in my chops one by one, I pondered first—is this what I really want—need, and will it give me the comfort I'm shoot'n for. What level is my cry for comfort… green, yellow, orange red! Okay, so after deciding I was only at a yellow alert, I opted to hold off for the ultimate comfort food… PIE. And not just any pie… Cherry pie.
Now I chose cherry for a couple of reasons. As you all know, I’m watching my health. Just like the other week, I went out for drinks with friends and well I definitely, and without hesitation chose the Pomegranate Cadillac –that’s a pomegranate Margie with a shot of smooth high end rum in a single or double shot glass sitting off to the side that you pour on yourself for that extra… something. But see it was the pomegranates that made the drink worth it… antioxidants… yup. And I drank that drink… and you know what… I swear I was feeling better within in seconds…
Okay so back to the pie. So, during the holidays, I saw pies that were 2fer one… 9.99 each and I talked myself out of it. No one needs 2 pies… not for a mere yellow alert… sheesh. So I passed it up. But now, I find that I’ve yet to go back to a green so, I think I need to get the pie before I move forward to a (oh my gosh) RED. And not just any RED... a DIVA RED. I go back to the store and of course the pies are no longer on sale… they are ONE for 6.99… But it’s a deep dish Sara Lee… hmmm. Now I’m pretty broke right now. Sure my book just released but what you all have to understand is… well, suffice it to say… that don’t mean anything in the pocket area of literary life! It just means WHOHOOO!... my book is out… people can read it… buy it and review it… and well, it keeps me out there in the industry I love. It’ll be a while before I start seeing the fruits of my labor… so ummm yeah, buy the book!....
Okay so, back to the pie! I fondle the pie, read the ingredients to make sure a veggie/veganite can eat it… and snap!!! I can. Sooo it’s on like donkey kong… right… wrong… I have only 15 bucks on me so if I buy this pie, I’ma have to forgo something else—like my bottled water, or maybe even my pomegranate tea… oh neva that. Soooo, I slide the pie back in the freezer section and decide, okay I’ll just go next door to McD’s they have those little pies 2 for a dollar… yuck. But I’m thinking… you know if I want to keep this alert to a yellow I need to get going on this comfort thing pretty quick here.
But I hold off, and sure enough my ride comes before I make the trek over there. It’s my friends hubby so of course I’m too embarrassed to say, Mike can you take me to McD’s to buy a comfort pie… he’d be like… ComFoRT… girl you need to just stop whining and get yourself a job or … whatever he feels is the reason I’m needing comfort right… go to the gym, or stop thinking about him, or walk yourself back home… having me out here picking your butt up… but anyway… so I just grinned got in the car and went back to the house.
NOW… it’s been a couple of hours and DANG… I wish I had that pie. I’ve counted my pennies and guess what… I could easily afford that pie! They say if you want something walk away from it for 20 minutes and if you still want it… then get it… eat it! Ohhh and I still want that pie. I do. I want to get it, eat it… put on some lingerie and climb up in my bed with it and… oh cuse me, I digress… but anyway, I’m gonna go back to that Safeway market… even if I have to walk in the dark! (oh I’ll have to tell ya’ll about my stun gun purchase decision later) ....
The pie shall soon be mine!!!!! Alllll miiiineeee muuuuaaah ah ahhhhh. Comfort is coming soon… I can feel it.....
