When I pay attention to the non-human world around me, I notice that these living beings spend a portion of their waking hours looking for and enjoying food. Without food, they don’t survive. I accept this. (And feel grateful that I’m not into some of the food they enjoy.)
Yet, for most of my life, I have waged an internal battle with food. More accurately, I’ve resisted the simple truth that my human body needs real food, on a consistent basis. Because of that resistance, I’ve fought with food for decades.