tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post8940534427144257775..comments2024-03-27T20:40:50.047-04:00Comments on Success Along the Weigh: The comfort of foodAnele @ Success Along the Weighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986921867517926199noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-51350417115241500742012-04-24T01:14:15.006-04:002012-04-24T01:14:15.006-04:00They didn't tear down my high school, but they...They didn't tear down my high school, but they closed it. I think it's some magnet middle school or something now. I felt bad too - it was 4 years of my life where I made some great friends and lots of memories. I don't have any food related things like that, but I do still use food for comfort, though I try to avoid that. I'm sorry you had a rough day, I hope things get better for you!Alanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17603355848518976810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-81811449122587175512012-04-23T19:57:48.635-04:002012-04-23T19:57:48.635-04:00So sad about your high school. :( I think it's...So sad about your high school. :( I think it's impossible to separate food from the memories and feelings we have attached to it. I often see people writing about weight loss talking about how you need to do that, but that's part of the whole experience of eating and sitting down to a meal. I don't think you have to justify getting that pizza at all--you didn't go crazy, you ate a reasonable amount, and you're allowed to do that.Kiersten @ Oh My Veggieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05879131170308980919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-89430139744598657022012-04-23T17:27:40.515-04:002012-04-23T17:27:40.515-04:00Awww that is so sweet and I understand how you are...Awww that is so sweet and I understand how you are feeling I think if my old HS was missing I would feel the same way!!Nicole https://www.blogger.com/profile/12933675572159378330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-28693786613271543742012-04-23T16:45:33.092-04:002012-04-23T16:45:33.092-04:00I'm sorry about your high school. :(
I read a...I'm sorry about your high school. :(<br /><br />I read a magnet the other day and thought of it when I read about the pizza: "Have you ever noticed that 'what the hell' is often the right decision?" I've had that a few times myself and always emerged the better for it.Cammy@TippyToeDiethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00547787031318303521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-84372587356476035202012-04-23T16:18:32.548-04:002012-04-23T16:18:32.548-04:00I have no love loss for my high school so I can...I have no love loss for my high school so I can't relate there but it's so interesting how we relate food to memories. I'm not sure certain things bring back 'happy' memories necessarily but memories all the same. Now that would be interesting to explore.. all the foods you have an emotional tie to. Gosh, I think I could write 20 blogs about that (and a therapist would have a field day!!). Love that you're keeping it all in moderation.ernohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11722282941047191112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-63705899677591772922012-04-23T14:51:44.621-04:002012-04-23T14:51:44.621-04:00Thanks so much everyone. It was certainly not the...Thanks so much everyone. It was certainly not the best feeling in the world. It's not like I loved going to school or something but the memories of helping make the day more bearable by having different friends come in and out of my life depending on the year or just the feeling of how every little thing was the most important thing and so life changing when you're going through it yet so not important looking back. There are other memories like friend betrayal or heartbreak at a dance that I don't mind getting bulldozed but thankfully there were more good times than bad.Anele @ Success Along the Weighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03986921867517926199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-26401339689918079282012-04-23T14:36:11.525-04:002012-04-23T14:36:11.525-04:00Our tub faucet has been leaking for about a month,...Our tub faucet has been leaking for about a month, so I can feel your pain. I just don't want to deal! My High School is still standing, but my college dorm was torn down and renovated almost 2 years ago. I had the same reaction. I cried, I wandered around the outside of the building reminiscing, it was SO sad. The wall that we used to sit on was torn down, and that upset me the most. It was a place where my best friend and I would sit for hours and talk until the wee morning hours. When I told him it was gone, he was just as upset. I'm so sorry your weekend was crappy.hollyphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04599122252238787250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-84601055827616449962012-04-23T13:38:03.441-04:002012-04-23T13:38:03.441-04:00That is SO sad!!!! My high school looks nothing li...That is SO sad!!!! My high school looks nothing like it did when I went there...and where most of my best memories were at the Jr. High School it is now a dilapidated continuation school. It's hard to let those physical ties to our memories go. :-( Thank God they can't take the music away!!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13477548540626948283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-26647158942138786872012-04-23T11:00:22.967-04:002012-04-23T11:00:22.967-04:00Awww! This made me want to cry! I couldn't ima...Awww! This made me want to cry! I couldn't imagine how that must have felt for you. My junior year of high school was one of the most memorable times in my life, and there have definitely been days when I wish I could go back and re-experience it. Granted, mostly all I did in high school was skip class and smoke pot, so most of my memories aren't really connected to the building itself (I really have no clue how I graduated on time!), but there really is nothing quite like reminiscing on those amazingly fun times! When the hubs and I went to visit family for Easter, we spent a good part of our trip telling each other about our high school days. It was fun and sad at the same time. Hugs to you!Amber @ Slim Pickins Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16243915428179627178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-60185384583952855592012-04-23T10:23:05.754-04:002012-04-23T10:23:05.754-04:00OK, I figured it out. Was signed into the wrong g...OK, I figured it out. Was signed into the wrong gmail account.<br /><br />Recap: Sorry about the shock of finding your high school gone. I'm impressed that in going for comfort food, you still gave a thought to the calorie consequences. I don't use food to bring back memories, but sometimes when I'm cooking or eating the recipes that my grandmother taught me, the memories do come back--especially the smell of her oatmeal cookies baking. Trigger foods? Chips and dips can induce a feeding frenzy, but fortunately don't very often.Cherihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16296750630075402269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-63326187665384999482012-04-23T10:19:20.256-04:002012-04-23T10:19:20.256-04:00This is a test, this is only a test. In the event...This is a test, this is only a test. In the event that this comment actually posts, you can rest easy.Cherihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16296750630075402269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-19375791602014408092012-04-23T10:11:31.958-04:002012-04-23T10:11:31.958-04:00I haven't been by mine in eons...but sometimes...I haven't been by mine in eons...but sometimes I'll pull it up on Google maps just to see if it's still there. And I did NOT have happy memories of mine, I was miserable in High School. My nostalgia is mostly for the first few years of our marriage and everything that was happening then. I don't have food memories of those times, though...My only food trigger from HS is Jack in the Box tacos. They are just the most disgusting, probably made from cat food things but honestly...they are like a bullet train to HS for me. Fortunately we don't have a JB in our state, but when I visit my ds at college I'll sometimes indulge in them. Always planned, always worth it. So sorry about your place being gone, what a shock that must have been. (hugs)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15717758915060629723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-32860279360727977902012-04-23T09:48:50.457-04:002012-04-23T09:48:50.457-04:00My old high school, an all girls, Catholic school ...My old high school, an all girls, Catholic school with the church next door and the Sisters of Christian Charity convent behind it, later became a nursing home. Then, like so much of my fair city, it became nothing after Katrina. It's still boarded up, just sitting there, in all it's glory, with windows that are large enough to drive a bus through, baseboards 18 inches high, ceilings high enough to reach heaven. Empty. Somehow that feels even worse than it being put to rest and bulldozed. I do relate to how you feel. *hugs* For me, food was not a big part of my memories (unless somehow the smells of freshly baked bread and donuts wafting from the cafeteria before school could ever be replicated). Oddly enough, what does it for me is driving to the end of Canal Street and getting on the ferry for a round trip. Whenever we'd be late for school, rather than enter first period late, my friends and I would take that ferry ride, getting in one last smoke (ugh) before school, feeling BEYOND cool for having skipped one class. lolMissyEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908854239406213971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-23594196298347775702012-04-23T09:47:18.140-04:002012-04-23T09:47:18.140-04:00My high school lunch consisted of a bean burrito f...My high school lunch consisted of a bean burrito from the lunch truck, a Charleston Chew candy bar, Dorito's (nacho cheese, cuz that's all we had-back in the day) and a soda. Every day for 3 years and skinny as a rail!! Thanks for taking me back, I wandered the halls of my old school, mentally, as I was reading your post. Patsgal~Pat's Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12595377001015254743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-51202073378762996672012-04-23T09:36:19.791-04:002012-04-23T09:36:19.791-04:00Food is a comfort. I can smell something and it wi...Food is a comfort. I can smell something and it will take me back to another time and place. I'm reading the previous comment, and I have the same problem with chips and dip. Now that I practice portion control and never eat regular chips and dip (but do occasionally imbibe in LITE ones), I wonder what made me stop eating before? I mean I wasn't eating because I was hungry. I never really let myself get hungry. I wasn't a person who could eat huge amounts at any one time, but I simply ate constantly. So when I was eating chips, why did I stop? Probably because the bag was finally empty. I certainly never concerned myself with how many calories or how much salt I was consuming!<br /><br />Sorry for your sink fiasco. But that IS a pretty sink! This weekend hubby took it upon himself to clean our very filthy shower and toilet. What a wonderful guy. They look like NEW! I really need to keep up on those better, we live in the country and have very HARD water with lots of minerals and the lime, etc. deposits build up so fast. YUCK! Nice to have it done and SO NICE that he did it.dupsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18088114640385927198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-27056526318824864372012-04-23T08:54:45.177-04:002012-04-23T08:54:45.177-04:00I don't have nostalgia foods, but I also canno...I don't have nostalgia foods, but I also cannot have just one of anything. Potato chips and french onion dip are a huge trigger and I will finish off a whole bag and container then run my finger around the bowl to make sure I get it all. I am better off not having it at all. And weekends are the worst, even if I make it through Saturday without destroying a weeks worth of eating there is still Sunday. <br />My husband being gone 22 hours a day doesn't help (works nights 12 hour shifts with 2 hour commute time then sleep) and because of that boredom and depression this is a real struggle. But I continue to soldier on and try to have only bad moments and not entire bad days. <br />Your inspiration, whether it is good, bad or ugly makes me a happy follower of yours because you are real and honest and have your own bad moments. Its how you handle them and come out the other side that provide the inspiration (and humor!).<br />Cheezchik32cheezchik32https://www.blogger.com/profile/01382826146822000921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-71267279371958415122012-04-23T08:38:02.476-04:002012-04-23T08:38:02.476-04:00I remember when they knocked down my jr. high. It...I remember when they knocked down my jr. high. It was so sad for me.<br /><br />They call it progress. I'm not as sure.EmilyTheGoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06907057163387821135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381223979507114346.post-67468147715397638412012-04-23T08:00:59.754-04:002012-04-23T08:00:59.754-04:00Wow, that must have been a shock to pull up to a p...Wow, that must have been a shock to pull up to a pile of rubble. Fortunately, I can still drive by my grade school and jr/sr high and they look a lot the same. Glad you were able to relive some precious memories.Kimberly Cooperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07035168471351870760noreply@blogger.com