Cooked doesn't fit anymore!!
When I was young I had three cousins all younger than me, and they would get all my hand-me-downs, usually I would get taller and wider at the same time, but occasionally, I would only get taller, and I would still want to keep my clothes, my skirts were too short, my pants were high waters, (although you wouldn't even notice them today )YIKES!! and my sweaters showed my tummy (again, you wouldn't notice that today) Probably why I can't stand the fashions now, they all look like a tall girl wearing a short girl's clothes.
Well, anyway, they didn't fit me, Oh I could still get into them, but they just didn't fit right. They pulled here, and they pinched there, but I still wanted to hang on to those clothes, just in case I wanted them.
Now, you must realize I was about 9 and I had this affinity for clothes, I designed my own and would sew my own too.
But, I can remember a beautiful pair of purple striped pants that I just couldn't fit into anymore, then one day, my mom tossed them to my cousins, I badgered her until she drove me over there, a mere two hour drive, to get them back, when we finally got them back, my aunt had washed them in hot water, so they shrunk, there was no way I could fit into them, but I wanted them anyway.
Now, I was a kid, so I was going to continue to grow taller, and probably out too. but I wanted those pants. So, I kept them, I finally got thin enough to wear them, skin tight, and they were very short, so I called them pedal pushers, and that was that.
Finally at about age 13, I couldn't even get my leg into them so I had to accept that they didn't fit me anymore.
Now, they hadn't really fit me for a long time, I didn't look good in them, they were uncomfortable, but I wanted to keep them, because they were familiar to me.
Much like cooked food.
Now the cooked food doesn't fit me anymore, It doesn't look good on me, and I can't even find any that will ever fit me again, so I am finally accepting that it needs to be tossed just like those pants.
You see, I can still remember fondly those pants, I can buy or make new pants similar and I can enjoy them, but no matter what I do, I will never fit into those child pants again, even if I got skinny, because they wouldn't fit my woman's body, they were children's clothes.
So, although cooked food is available and Maybe I could squeek into it, it will really never fit my life again, because I was like a child when I was eating that way, without knowledge or wisdome, and now (hopefully) I have just a bit of both. :)
Thank you for your wonderful post. I so needed to read that today. There are moments each day I really get a strong craving for something I used to eat and love--comfort food like mashed potatos and gravy. When that happens I repeat a saying someone had listed as their tagline--nothing cooked tastes as good as raw feels. Just a simple phrase, but it sure puts it in perspective and I stay the course. Only three weeks raw thus far, but really feeling great.
I know my diet choice to be raw is the best choice I could have made. I am printing out your post to post on my fridge as a wonderful reminder of letting go and moving on to healthful choices and staying the course.
<<Now the cooked food doesn't fit me anymore, It doesn't look good on me, and I can't even find any that will ever fit me again, so I am finally accepting that it needs to be tossed just like those pants.>>
WOW! That is fantastic! I need to pin that up on my bulletin board!
Sometimes I don't see posts when they're first written when I click on "new posts" and then I'll come across them later, when someone else digs them up (much like this one!). I'm glad Autumn posted and brought this one back up! I love analogies worked into stories. It really drives the point home, and all I could think of as reading this is exactly what SG posted "Amen!"
Excellent post, nicely philosophical!