The reason food is such a seductive mistress is that it demands nothing of you. Your pint of Ben and Jerry’s doesn’t even care if you took a shower and put on a clean shirt. Chunky Monkey doesn’t judge.

Rationally, everybody knows that food is completely inadequate as a substitute for love.  But it’s so easy to conflate the hole in your heart with the hole in your stomach. This confusion underlies our society’s pathological relationship with food.

Unfortunately, being the sort of person whom others love and cherish is hard, especially in a culture which affixes such inordinate value to the self.

But it’s so worth it.

If you have a love problem masquerading as a food problem, here’s a tip for you. Stop keeping score. Stop judging. Embrace the fact that you can’t f*** the universe. Love will find you. Inevitably. Believe it.