Food for me, is an extremely emotional and sensory-driven thing, how can it not be? All those familiar aromas, flavours, herbs and spices all reminding you of a specific moment in your life – good or bad.
A few years ago a friend of mine went through a pretty messy break up, and admitted that he was very much an emotional eater, who couldn’t stop himself from gorging when he got really upset or low. Fair enough I thought, we’ve all been there in some way or another – or at least I have?!
If you fall off the ’emotional wagon’ as it were, friends will often say ‘take the weekend, eat whatever you like, stuff your chops with pizza and then start fresh on Monday morning’ – but what if emotional eating didn’t have to be a binge experience? What if it didn’t have to be something to shy away from? My belief is that it can become a process for good, to soothe a battered soul. And I will explain why I think this.