I got to wondering today, is my relationship with food unusual. Is my view of the world strange and if it is then is it any stranger than the view of the overweight person who keeps eating? I started to consider where my relationship with the fuel of life developed, what influenced it and why it is what it is. I couldn’t actually put my finger on anything specific. My mother had no particular problems with food, she rarely ate with us as children but I don’t feel traumatised by that. My ex-wife has terrible problems with food but by the time I was married I was an adult so I don’t believe this had any affect on my relationship with food.
The oddity that started this debate was a combination of two things. I have had a very busy week this week and no opportunity to get dinner at the hotel, not a problem of course I could get room service. Well perhaps what I mean is that room service is, technically, available. Room service in most hotels is a small folder or menu but you wouldn’t believe the power that they hold over me. I will happily peruse a room service menu, I will select my desired dish but I rarely overcome the hurdle and order. The only time that I come out on top in this battle is in foreign countries but even then its rare. I have no idea why I find this so difficult, I select the food that I want and then something starts telling me that actually that is too much food. I could drop the fries and just have the sandwich couldn’t I? but if you are paying a charge you should order a meal shouldn’t you? The truth is that this debate takes ten minutes despite the fact that I know that I will not order. The menu is returned to the table and I glower at it every time that I pass.
Now that alone doesn’t make a post, there has to be something more. I left work today with a hankering for a fast food lunch, given four nights of missed dinner I guess that is no surprise. I pass through Westfield shopping centre on the way home and this has the obligatory hundred food outlets. I walked to the ground floor food hall, turned tail and returned to the station. Similarly to the room service experience I knew that this would happen, it was inevitable. The problem is the queue, I cannot queue for fast food it make me feel like some sort of lard junkie and I exit stage left.
So come on, tell me that I am not unique….
As an aside how long do you think that you can have a sandwich on credit for? It is longer than you and certainly I thought. I used to use a particular hotel in Derby when I was married but changes in projects meant that I moved on again. The last week that I was there a colleague had used the shower and ordered a sandwich rather than having to go home and return for an evening with a client. The sandwich apparently didn’t appear on my bill and so wasn’t paid for. So I started using different hotels and I split with my wife before, some two years later, returning to the Derby hotel. When I checked in the receptionist told me that they had a letter for me, she meant several letters. In fact I received no less than ten letters that had been returned “not at this address” by my now ex-wife. Yes you have guessed it, the letters were chasing me for payment of £4.50 for a sandwich. I have been less aggressively chased by credit card and mortgage companies, take note always pay for lunch!