… on this crazy train. By crazy train, I mean I am going to Food Town!
Read no further if you like me have issues with FOOD.
Fridays in Lent = no meat for me. Of course the Pope gave us the go ahead to take a break this year. Due to flu, etc… we need to eat. Stay healthy. Or so he was attributed to saying. I have not verified but I am using what I was told as a get out of jail free card. And I am running with the dispensation because I have an unhealthy relationship with food.
Food is my Newman for all you Seinfeld fans.
After my Valentine’s day liquid diet, I was all psyched to start over again. Reset.
For a single day, I made good choices.
I usually start out good. Then BAM! An entire box of chocolates! Or an entire bag of chips! Or breakfast, brunch, lunch, post lunch lunch, dinner, post dinner nosh and late night snacks. Followed by a day of dry toast and water.
I needed permission to go off the rails and partaking in a liquid diet was it. Then guilt makes me abstain. The cycle is relentless.
I hope it does not take too long to get back to balanced. I tell myself you’ve done it before, you can do it again. Tomorrow is another day. Beating myself up and playing what-if changes nothing.
Sorry to bring you into this mess.
But writing gets the thoughts out of my head and makes dealing easier. You see I wrote this in lieu of my post lunch, lunch. Instead I will have a sensible dinner.
As always, more to come.