I love food.
Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but it isn't a great thing either.
I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to make things that fill you up.
We no longer buy bread, and have not for over two years. We make it. From scratch. No bread machines, no mixes. Just straight up home made, good for you bread.
I do not buy cakes from the store anymore either. I make those from scratch. No mixes, no icings in cans, pure home made confections.
If we want Asian food, I make it. Most of the time not from any recipe, mostly from my own head. Tasting, smelling, figuring out what smells good, what tastes good.
I make my own spaghetti sauce. No premade mixes. Just tomato sauce, paste and various spices. And time. Sometimes thyme as well, but mostly just good old fashioned time.
I love to eat what I make. Which is where the problem comes in. I would eat until I was literally exploding if I could get away with it. But I have learned the hard way that one has to have a mite of self control, and portion control. I do not deny myself anything. I have found that if I deny myself something, it will come back to haunt me later. In the form of a huge binge. I would rather have a small portion of something, and savor it, then have nothing, only to eat the whole entire thing at a later date because I denied myself.
I cook with butter. I cook with cream. I use real food, to make real meals. A lot of people will refuse to use butter or cream because associate those things with fat. Instead they will use things that have had the fat removed, and chemicals injected to add the flavor that disappears when fat is removed. I don't know about you, but I would rather have real fat then chemicals.
Of course the one place that I do go the way of the diet cuisine is with soda. Not for me, but for Spenser since his metabolism has been screwed by the drugs he must take to stay sane. He likes soda, so his docs suggested that he have the diet soda instead. While I do not like that it is chemically altered, I understand that it is better for him to not have the empty calories that are contained in a soda. Double edged sword I know.
In conclusion, I love food. Which is why I am not a waif. I have curves. I have rolls (childbirth does strange things, ok). I am normal!