Comfort Food

A RainyВ Monday Mourning!

Comfort food.В  I «trafficked» in a bit of comfort food in the early days of grief.В  During the nine months that David was dying I gained 15 pounds and another 15 in the year after his death.В  30 pounds.В  That’s a lot of comfort.В 

Now I spend my days eating salads and exercising just to keep from gaining more with little hope of ever getting rid of the extra pounds.В  I have however found new ways to feed my need for comfort.В  Grief needs comforting.В  A lot!В 

Last night I sat on the porch swing and listened to the fountain while talking to a good friend.В  Comfort food!В  I went swimming this morning at the school pool.В  The water was warm and refreshing and if I closed my eyes I could pretend I was on the beach.В  Comfort food!В  The flowers inВ my garden have never looked better in their В multiple shades of pink.В  Comfort food!В  I found a new radio station that actually plays music; fun music; without commercials.В  Comfort food!

I have learned the art of finding comfort in simple things and making the effort to surround myself with those «comfort foods» that I truly need.В  I put the top down on the convertible and a trip to the store becomes a bite of comfort.В  I wish my husband still bought me flowers so I pick out the ones I really like while I’m at the store and bring them home.В  Comfort food!

Wherever you can find comfort (that isn’t hazardous to your health!) -В  seek it out and allow it to soften the edges of grief.В  I have learned to feast on «comfort food»В  regularly.В  I only wish I’d pa*sed on the mac в