I’m hungry.
In the last few days, I eat and don’t get full. No… that’s not quite what I meant to write. What I meant to write was that I eat, get full and within two hours I’m ready to eat again. And it’s not just for a snack.
I know what’s causing it — I’ve always been a stress eater. It’s not new. It’s not unexpected. It’s not something I can ignore.
But I’m still hungry.
No matter how much control I have, how much willpower, all I can think about is the fact that I’m hungry. I want something, and it’s not the salads and grilled foods I’ve been eating lately. I want stuff deep fried and dripping in sauces & cheeses. I want breads and starches and all that lovely stuff that’s made me the fat girl I am.
I want comfort food.
I can’t do anything about the stress. I can’t make things easier for myself, at least not right now. All I can do is keep myself busy and try not to fall back into old habits.
Wish me luck.
