by Sona DeLurgio, Psy.D, LMFT
On a recent rainy day I took my workout inside to the local gym. As I was dutifully (and boringly) trudging along on the treadmill, I looked up at the TV screen and saw a shot of a fork lifting out a bite of ooey, gooey, mac and cheese. Now I tuned in more intentionally. After all, on a grey and rainy day that shot of the mac and cheese made my morning. The show was an episode of “The Chew,” a daytime cooking show that I wouldn’t typically be watching. But, hey, I was a captive audience.