Beware of Sneaky Crazy

So here’s what I’d like to address in this blog post: Craziness. Not your average kook-on-the-street-yelling-to-himself-mental-illness crazy—but self-induced-food-crazy (SIFC). It can really sneak up on you, take it from me:  I recently had to reel myself back from the brink of SIFC, and it wasn’t a pretty thing. I even learned from my friend Julie that there’s an actual label for SIFC (other than, thank you, SIFC), and it’s a condition called Orthorexia Nervosa —here’s a definition out of Wikipedia:

Travel Cooler: NO, this is NOT a diaper bag….sheesh, people

When I get something in my head, I will NOT rest until it is done/found/completed etc. This time, it was the Travel Cooler Question. Since I travel a lot, usually on planes, I’m always bringing snacks and food, but resisted bringing an actual COOLER with me until now. For one, coolers are usually big and bulky and if I check it, well, that’s one less suitcase of clothes I can bring, or else I’ve got to pay to check it, depending on the airline (Southwest, I Heart U, just sayin…). Not to mention the handling of the cooler by airport staff (no offense) might result in unrecognizable food when I got it back, plus I wanted to eat on the plane.