Well, the girls have gone off on holiday, they’re having a lovely time and inevitably, I’ve ripped open the chocolate peanuts. I said I wouldn’t, and I lasted, oh, nearly six hours before tucking in. Sigh.
All right, so it’s not the end of the world. Peanuts are packed with protein, chocolate contains iron, I know all this because I tell myself I’m not naughty and evil for eating too much of the wrong things. But, at the same time, it makes me feel like crap, giving in to my baser, chocoholic side and eating something which is, frankly, a bit low-rent. These aren’t even nice chocolate peanuts, you see. They’re Morrisons, and contain maybe 20 per cent cocoa solids – barely qualifying for the title ‘chocolate’, really. I might as well go and eat a block of lard.
I’ve had an odd relationship with food all my life. For reasons I won’t bore you with (actually, I simply can’t bear to write about it), I’ve always had a desire to hide my body and there’s no better way, really, than with flab. Then again, occasionally, I’ve swung the other way and got very thin. The thing I find hardest is to maintain any sort of stable weight.
A lot of women suffer from the same problem. Some of them face up to it properly, as I really can’t, and one of them is my lovely friend Linda, of http://www.gotyourhandsful.com/ and http://www.havealovelytime.com/ who has written this post about binge eating. It’s searingly honest, and beautifully written. What a brave lady.