What’s your go-to comfort food?

I SHOULD AVOID ‘GO TO’ COMFORT FOOD

This question reminds me of the fact that so often I wish I could be like some of my past colleagues and others I know, both historically and at the moment.

I’m thinking of people I envy because of their metabolising processes. I envy the digestive priorities established by their gastrointestinal makeup.

These people all have one thing in common. They could eat like pigs, Drink like fish and were as thin as whippets. That is just so counter to what happens to me. If I can smell food at 20 m, I start putting on body weight and fat.

I don’t drink alcohol, go for soda water, drink only cool drinks with zero sugar content, try to eat a fair bit of protein, and don’t go over the top with carbohydrates (meaning that I have given up eating biscuits or at least 95% of the volume of biscuit I used to ingest).

I try very hard and generally successfully to avoid eating between meals. For breakfast, I have a cup of coffee and generally don’t eat any food until lunchtime.

Granted, as a retired old man I don’t do the domestic or work-related activity that used to be the case, but I don’t sit in Italy on my tail and I’m not a permanent fixture in a reclining chair.

When I eat my comfort food – which is either hazelnut-laced milk chocolate or a cherry ripe or two – I feel somewhat discomfited; I shouldn’t be eating what I like because it will make me even fatter than I am now.

This leaves me somewhat of a quandary; My body enjoys comfort food but my conscience tells me I should be avoiding eating it.

What at to do And what an awful juxtaposition. On the one hand, I really enjoy my chocolate, but on the other, I feel as if when eating it, I am sinning.