The day after Christmas, when I was 8, I remember eating and eating and eating until I was sick. Someone familiar with the popcorn lover in me gave me one of those huge tins of popcorn. This one had cheese, caramel and "plain" (butter). And even though I knew I shouldn't, and even though I had gone way past the point of being hungry, I kept eating until the whole thing was GONE. I kept eating because it tasted so good! I keep eating because I could! I kept eating because it was mine and ALL mine! And within a few hours of scarfing down that last handful of popcorn I was sick. Sick as a dog!
And some 31 years later, I still have this unhealthy relationship with food, at times. Eating because I can, and no one is going to say "Hey, haven't you had enough?" And even if someone did, honestly, I'd be pissed anyway...I mean, who are you to play food police with me?!
The holidays are hard. This past week has been one of those hard weeks. And while I didn't manufacture extra space in my stomach for that slice of Key Lime Pie yesterday that I really wanted to have, I did have too much macaroni and cheese at dinner...and I did nibble multiple times on so many of the 5 different cookie recipes I made throughout the week. Sigh.
But I won't let one bad week translate into "well, I'll just start over after New Year's," or some other lame excuse. Counting points again today. Sigh. It's not rocket science.
Is it?
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