Marriage Vs Pizza

Finding the love of my life required commitment and not settling for less than extraordinary connection, intimacy, unconditional love, and friendship.

I made a commitment!

I drew a line in the sand!

The night before I met my husband, I said the words: “Even if I end up a crazy spinster with 1000 cats, I won’t settle for not being loved and allowed to love at the total capacity of my heart and soul. “

That happened 25 years ago.

And I did the exact same thing with my food.

It took me more than three decades to find the equivalent of my “marriage” in the things I eat.

But I kept trying!

Bootie-calling on pizzas, patisseries, and rich-chocolaty walnut cakes.

When I understood what foods feel great in my body and help me lose/maintain my weight, I drew another line in the sand.

And I made an equally determined commitment with them as I did with my marriage.

I don’t treat my life as a collection of random bootie calls expecting to receive the love, emotional support, and satisfaction that I get from my relationship with my husband.

I don’t grab a pizza’s ass expecting my body to feel equally satisfied as after my plate of beans, cheese, veggies.

Nothing wrong with the bootie calls.

They have their time and place.

They might even spice up our lives.

And YET, I will always choose the “calmness” of my committed relationship with my husband and my food.

I tried to explain to him that me eating a slice of pizza is the equivalent of me grabbing another man’s ass or making out with another man.

He wasn’t amused and didn’t understand how the heck can I compare our marriage with a slice of pizza???!?🤣🤨

It is not easy to understand that it’s not about the marriage vs. pizza, but about the level of commitment.

I don’t choose the random bootie-calls, random grab-assing and expect the “happily ever after” results.

I wished I could infuse the same level of commitment to finding the weight of the true authentic YOU, my friend!

The freedom is IMMENSE.

The happily ever after exists.

I am not against mutually agreed upon open relationships where adults decide what are their dynamics and how they want to relate to grabbing other persons asses or to bootie-calls. They are just not my/my husband’s style, and we fully enjoy our monogamous heterosexual relationship.

That being said, EVEN in an open polyamorous relationship, YOU KNOW when you grab asses that are not yours to grab!

Are you open to exploring what kind of relationship you want to have with YOUR FOOD?

Want to create your freedom?

What do you have to lose?