I went to an “emotional eating” course last night. Even typing it I feel ashamed. Like I am admitting I have a problem with food.
Before last night I would have told you I don’t have a problem with food and mostly meant it. Even though my size has never been constant. I break in and out of fads more often than a Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper headline: gluten free, low carb, no carb, low fat, high fat, cabbage soup diet, tuna salad diet.
Then I go through really lazy periods and I know it, my clothes know it, as do my low energy levels. I think “tomorrow I will fix this” but for now pass the Maltesers.
Spoiler alert, I am in “a lazy period”.
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I don’t ever keep unhealthy food at my house. If my husband smuggles it across the border he knows to hide it. Whenever I go to a friend’s house and they have an abundance of lollies, freezers with different ice creams or bars of chocolate my first thought is to wonder how they even survive with this much temptation at their fingertips and the second thing I proceed to do is scoff my face with whatever forbidden contraband I can get my hands on.