Saving Miss Muffet

3 staples for developing a healthy food relationship

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, /eating her curds and whey; /along came a spider who sat down beside her; /and frightened Miss Muffet away.

Nursery Rhyme

No. I never met Miss Muffet. And what the hell is a tuffet?

Regardless, I imagine Patience Muffet (yes, I got the name on  wickepedia) was a scrawny little thing, maybe about 5′ 4″, a meager 55 pounds; little wisp of a child, long spidery legs that stretched on forever, pixie-faced with a shock of nappy brown hair.

I find myself wondering what type of relationship Mr. Tuffet’s step-daughter must have had with food. I mean, it couldn’t have been a very healthy one after that arachnid episode.

…by age 12 she would have been declared malnourished by a dark-skinned East-Indian doctor at the local hospital, his accent so thick you had to cut it to get the english out. Oh . . . wait a minute, that was me!!!!!


But, no more beating around the bush. Let’s jump in and get right to the point. How do you develop a healthy  food relationship?

You’re probably thinking I am the least qualified person to address this topic but I’ve been exploring, observing and being scrutinizingly attentive so I’m not clueless. Besides its all on the internet!

So, can we have a trumpet fanfare and drum-roll please.

Stage directions: town crier steps forward; makes a show of unfurling the gilded scroll.

‘Hear Ye! Hear Ye! I hereby pronounce six classifications of eaters.’

The loner
  • doesn’t mind occasional company during meals but prefers to steer clear of the lunch-room ruckus. Privacy and the freedom of alone time to eat – very important.
  • focus – inner thoughts (may or may not be related to the meal)
  • menu – familiar and mess-less.
The Socializer
  • provider of the doughnut breakfast, hump-day pot-luck and Friday Pizza-party.
Friday Pizza Party
  • good food (actually any food) and good company go hand in hand.
  • any meal time – cause for celebration;any celebration – worthy of food.
  • unfamiliar foods add excitement – definitely worth a try.
The Conventionalist
  • tradition reigns supreme – three square meals a day.
  • what, where, how and when of meals – immutable.
Traditional Dining
  • menu –traditional, rigid. No pancakes on the dinner table; definitely no pizza during Sunday Lunch.
The Grazer
  • strays away from the idea of mealtimes; feelings of hunger rarely register – a constant snacker.
  • meals  – probably converted into an array of snacks.
  • ‘to-go’ bags routinely requested at restaurants.
  • finger-foods a staple.
The Distrait
  • food and eating – rarely the focus of attention, merely an activity that happens while engaged in the really important stuff .

  • meals – in front of the television, workstation, at meetings, reading the newspaper, even driving! You get the idea.
  • menu – dominated by foods that can be eaten with an automatic hand-to-mouth action.
The Spartan
  • sternly disciplined, rigorously simple and frugal.
  • a true minimalist when it comes to eating.
  • eats primarily to fuel the body, stringently sticking to the prescribed foods and portions set to achieve a specific goal – diet driven.


Thank heavens, not many people fit any category 100% of the time, so developing a healthy food relationship is really a practice of smart-switching (switching between categories when needed). The crux is awareness of the need to switch.

I figure, keeping 3 staple qualities in mind will help.

Staple #1 – Flexibility

There are going to be unexpected situations. There will  be cravings. Cuh-dear, we’re only human. Extremely rigid food rules and eating routines don’t take that into consideration. Occasionally you gotta go with the flow.

Pancakes for dinner anyone?

Conventionalists, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with pancakes for dinner . . . once in a while. Its not going to kill you.

And Spartans, the extra-large slice of cheesecake that you accidentally took on purpose last week; no ‘kill-cow’ (big-deal). You don’t have to lambaste yourself every time you slip up.

As for you loners, make your way to the lunch room occasionally. Habitually eating alone is linked to a poorer diet, higher risk for heart disease, diabetes and being unhappy. I wonder why?

The bottom line – switch things up.

Staple #2 – Balance

Balance means more than a balanced diet.

Here’s a good time to clear something up. Good foods’, ‘bad foods’ – don’t exist. Fats and carbohydrates are just as essential as protein and vegetables. Rachel at “The Real Life RD” does an excellent job of explaining.

The long and short, different foods serve different purposes and as my mother used to say “everything in moderation.

(Here’s a word for you – Hyponatremia (confession, I had to search real hard to find that one). Water intoxication – drinking too much water too fast can be fatal! But isn’t drinking lots of water a good practice?  “Too far east is west.” She said that too.) 

You also need balance in your purpose for eating.

Eating should be as much for pleasure as for hunger.

Remember the Wednesday pot-luck? So what if you are not quite hungry. Loners, go in the name of good company and good food.

This cheesecake sure tastes better in the company of good friends!
Staple #3 – Mindfulness

Mindfulness is all about paying full attention to your food.

“Mindful eating is about awareness. When you eat mindfully you slow down, pay attention to the food you are eating and savor every bite.”

Susan Albers

Distracted eaters, whether distracted by the physical environment or inner thoughts, tend to eat too much, too fast, too frequently.

Food is good

A healthy food relationship is one that is so comfortable and so instinctive that you barely think about it. So untroubled that you come to associate positive feelings and experiences with food. You can enjoy your food without feelings of guilt or regret. (Can I dare believe that is even possible???)

I have a long way to go but am working hard at improving. What about you?

Confessions of an Anorexic

I don’t feel like eating! Isn’t there an alternative?



The word crouched on the screen then leaped out at me from my medical records. I darned near dropped my phone! (Get with it. You have to log into a patient portal on-line now-a-days to access your medical notes.)


What-the-france are they talking about? Isn’t anorexia that mental malady where you’re as skinny as a rake but the image in the mirror is so ‘fluffy’ that you avoid eating because you think that you look like a big, fat heifer?

Well hello. I don’t think I’m fat! And I’m certainly not trying to be this skinny. I can see how poor-rakey (weak and frail) I look already. So why in the world would Dr. Krasna enter anorexia in my records???

First, research of course – you know me by now.

Discovery? Two categories of the disorder; anorexia nervosa – the emotional condition I already mentioned; medical anorexia – simply a lack of appetite (actually there is nothing simple about it)  due to some underlying physiological condition – some mechanism in your body just doesn’t work right. Well that made me feel a tad better (but not much).

So, yes.  My name is Julie and I am an anorexic . . . to which all AA (Anorexia Anonymous) members respond in unison, “hi Julie.” 

Yeah! One more label for me!

“I wish I had your problem.”  Hell no you don’t!!!! Wise up! Underweight people are are more likely to develop severe medical problems. Even more so than the severely overweight?

“Just eat more,” you say? If only it were that easy!

That leads to my first confession.

I am obsessed with thoughts of food. Ironic isn’t it? I wonder how often the average person thinks about food. I bet I quadruple that.

Food is the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night.

What shall I have for breakfast?  Thick, crinkly slices of crispy bacon haunt  my dreams.

My Ideal Meal

What else can I eat before I go to sleep? Visions of golden crusted macaroni pie (in a Pyrex dish); a heaping bowl of ice-cream. If I had my way, it would be nothing and sometimes it is. Food always seem so much more appetizing in my head than in reality.

Which brings me to my second confession.

I have an unhealthy fear of food.  Thankfully not cibophobia (fear of food itself), more like fear of the effects of eating. Experience has taught me –  you eat, you pay. Bloating, discomfort, nausea usually follow eating. Sometimes painful acid-reflux and, yes, even malaise.

You’ll face the piper if you dare enjoy that chicken-roti .” I try to block the thoughts hiding in the shadows of my mind.

Bajan Chicken Roti: Highly seasoned curry chicken in a tortilla skin.

As f0r comfort food –  Poppycock! Don’t even think of arguing that point with me. I can unequivocally say that eating rarely provides any comfort.

And that leads to confession number three.

Eating is a dreary, time-consuming exercise in futility. If only there was some sort of pill I could take to adequately replace the necessity of eating – you know’ something small, maybe cotton-candy scented and pretty to look at (a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember). I mean eating just takes soooooo much time!

My Cotton-Candy Meal

Think about it. Now you gotta stay with me here and ‘scuse  the ‘rithmetic and reckoning but I have to justify this. 

So let’s say you spend 15 to 20 minutes per meal just biting, chewing and swallowing food. At three meals per day that is 45 to 60 minutes. Then toss in a few snacks (doctors’ orders), an added 15 to 30 minutes. So, over the course of a week, you’re talking about 420 to 630 mins. And while we’re at it, let’s add an extra 10 minutes for the after-church Sunday brunch – or full course Sunday dinner; rounded off – 9 to 10 hours of eating every week!!!

You know what I could do with an extra 10 hours a week? Sadly, that’s not an option. No way around it. Eat, I must.

So, if I’m  not too busy being sick, I muster up the grit to resist any conditioned urge to halt the passage of food to mouth, turn off emotions,  bite, chew, swallow and hope for the best.

Just chew and swallow and hope for the best

How in the blazes did I get to this point anyway? It wasn’t always like this . . . was it? It couldn’t have been. I have memories; gleeful, ebullient, happy-food memories.

Happy Food-memories

. . . An ecstatic six-year old humming; dancing around the kitchen, brandishing a cheese-cutter in hand held high; thick, oily slices of New Zealand Sharp cheddar tasting so good on a freshly made salt-bread. She would have been waiting all Saturday morning for her Daddy to get back from Bridgetown Market with a bag of vegetables and the inevitable treats (sweet bread, cheese or ham cutters) folded into grease-stained brown paper bags.

. . . Clove-studded ham baking in the oven, casting out intoxicating smells  awakening anticipation and excitement on Christmas morning. Rich fruit cake curling tentacles of aroma into every crevasse of the small wooden house, heralding early-morning mass at St. Matthias Church. And the long-legged ten-year-old decked in a spanking new Christmas dress,  glistening patent leather shoes and freshly pressed hair – ready to begin another enchanting Christmas day.

But sometime, somewhere, somehow through the years, food became the enemy. I am only now understanding what started going wrong.


Ill-functioning organs and heavy-duty medications can really screw your  relationship with food.

I ended up missing out on the big picture – forgetting there IS more to eating than the ingestion of food for fuel.

The majority of eating . . .  is not biologically driven. Much eating is a direct result of thoughts/cognitions, hedonics and emotions: 

Institute of Food Science and Technology

 My relationship with food needs serious overhauling.   

Just Wait

9 thoughts to help you make the best of the in-between times.

“There’s nothing more we can do for you at this time,” Dr. Mackle said. I had been sitting in the upright chair just inside the entrance of a narrow consulting room. I didn’t look at him – hadn’t been expecting those words. I didn’t know how to respond since it never occurred to me that my hepatologist could run out of possible solutions; that I could run out of options. I said nothing. He rested his hand on my shoulder.

The unexpected words hung in the air then followed him out of the room. I was left to wait.

Sometimes there is nothing left to do but wait. The arsenal of medications already spilling out of my cupboards help some but can’t make the problems go away.

So, on the good days I relish life – as much as I can and on the not-so-good days, I just wait. At least, I’ve begun to learn how.



\Weyt\ Verb: to look forward expectantly; a state or attitude of watchfulness and expectancy; to remain in a state of repose until something expected happens.

The way I see it, waiting doesn’t mean not doing anything. It calls for strenuous mental and emotional spunk and is probably one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do.

Unfortunately, waiting is not our default setting (it feels too good to be up and getting things done). But you know what I realized? Waiting doesn’t have to mean time-wasting. There is a lot to be learned during the waiting period, if we adopt the right attitude.

Waiting unfolds patience and humility and courage and tolerance and faith and . . . a whole lot of other stuff unique to your situation.

So switch off the helplessness of ‘victim’ and switch on the authority of learner. Swap out the ‘poor-me‘ whines for the ‘what am I supposed to learn from this‘ questioning.

Switch off impatience and switch on contentment (not to be confused with hopelessness). It’s okay to wait.

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!       Psalms 27:14

Switch off anxiety and switch on anticipation. Instead of the query ‘when?’ make it the qualifier of your goal – the beginning of your plan ‘when I . . . .’ And visualize yourself as you will be.

If you don’t like where you are, just picture yourself where you want to be.        Auggie in Wonder.

Every day won’t be a “good” day, especially with a chronic illness.

Here are 9 thoughts I think will help you on your way.

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Pardon The Interruption

Life at a Standstill

No. I don’t expect to re-appear after more than a year of silence and just pick up where I left off; crawl out of the woodwork without so much as a ‘beg your pardon’ or ‘by your leave.’

No. I don’t expect to magically show up and ‘skin my teeth’ (grin from ear to ear) but offer not a single word of explanation for my absence; nothing in response to your ‘I wonder what happened to that sunshine woman?’

I didn’t plan on going AWOL so please pardon the interruption.

Let me try to explain.  I think you deserve  more than some perspicuous alibi, some neatly pre-packaged excuse like writers’ block or brain-fog.

The thing is I’m not sure I even know what really happened!! I have my theories but still trying to figure it out.

So, what happened? I found myself struggling with life.

I was trying to sleep not the sheep

Struggling to get out of bed in the mornings because I’d spent all night counting sheep trying to sleep, (me trying to sleep not the sheep), then struggling to stay awake all day because I can’t stand missing out on the sunshine but being too tired to do anything but vegetate on the sofa having lost interest in even trying to convince myself to  do anything.

Struggles are required in order to survive life, because in order to stand up, you gotta know what falling down is like.                                                                          Unknown

I found myself struggling not to lose weight (all the precious pounds I’d gained over the last two years) because I was constantly feeling ‘as sick as a dog‘ and couldn’t force myself to eat more than a bite (literally), despite all the children starving in Africa (sorry Ma).

I’m rambling aren’t I?

Let me try again. So, what happened?

I had been calmly wading through life (you know my general status – fair to fine with occasional scattered showers) then .  . . stagnation. A thick, gooey stagnation sneaked up on me like fog in a gully, tussled me off my feet and

No pink blanket!

left me catsprattled (sprawled) on the sofa, flat on my back, feckless, somewhere in the dim of a twilight zone and  with no pink blanket to wrap myself in.

Sometimes just surviving from one day to the next is all you can do. That’s okay because only the strong survive.                                                                                           Unknown

I just laid there. . . passively. And must have been doing a real good job of it too, ‘cause I was getting a whole lot of nothing done.

Needless to say, doing all that nothing came with a hearty dose of guilt which in turn conjured up even more nothingness! Hence the inevitable interruption for which I am now beseeching your pardon.

“Do it for her,” my husband calmly said one evening after dinner. I’d been whining, again, (yep, an emotional malfunction) about turning down yet another lunch date with a friend (and social withdrawal too!).

“Don’t do it for you, do it for her.” That was as much  he cared to elucidate.  But the sparse words spoken so gently in his casually, unassuming manner was all it took to break the spell  and jolt me into the reality of my need for an  attitude adjustment.

Only a life lived for others is worthwhile. Albert Einstein

Somehow in the struggle to maintain myself, I’d lost sight of my life’s mission – not merely to survive, but to thrive, just as Maya Angelou said, and that meant being there for the people I care about with the people I care about.

So please pardon the interruption.

Coping with the Tough Stuff Too

5 Suggestions to help you navigate the difficult times.

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.

 Arnold Schwarzenegger

You know what? Even the luckiest of us has had to deal with some serious bumps in the road, and if you haven’t yet, you will. That’s just the way life works. I didn’t make the rules – just saying.

Now it may not be your typical ‘take-your-black-suit-out-of-the-mothballs’ kind of stuff, not life-threatening or anything, but a major pothole none-the-less.

Take migraines for instance. Some people still think, migraine – no big deal; stop being a wuss, suck it up, swallow two Advil and get back to business as usual.

In case you, my reader, are a bit backward when it comes to “migrainology” (yes, I just made that word up . . . but what the heck, I live in America!), a migraine is not just a bad headache. It’s a neurological disease – changes your brain, the way it works and everything; one of the top 10 disabling diseases and can lead to stroke and coma.

Now that is tough sh*t right there! I won’t even want to think of dealing with that, yet millions deal with it daily.

I guess what I am saying is that other people’s challenges often seem much more arduous than your own but the thing is, it’s all relative. There’s no comparison. Don’t think for one minute that because I have AIH and you just have a URI, you have no right to be heard.

The ABC’s of Medical Conditions

So, whether it is PMS or CFS, EDS or HIV, SAD or TTH (ABC, XYZ or any of the myriad combinations of letters), if it significantly affects your quality of life; if it sometimes drives you to the brink of insanity/despair – it’s tough stuff. How do you cope?

Here are 5 strategies that have been working for me.

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