The last two days have been a mixture of fun and kinda bad bingeing. Sis and I didn't eat well the last two days while we were on our island tour, and nights are stressful with my mom so that leads to too much ice cream and/or grazing.
I realized tonight as I was chowing down on my second helping of ice cream (with PB, very satisfying) that my dad's ashes were "watching me". It made me feel bad. I never wanted him to see how I used food and there I was just eating away. I realize he's not really seeing me but my conscious got the better of me.
Things are VERY stressful here with everything going on so the nighttime eating has been pretty yucky late. I hope to get things under control soon.
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