So I'm streaming Inspector Frost last night, and his partner (kind of frumpy, not his regular partner) is chomping on a take-out burger (it's really disgusting if you want to know the truth, the food and the way he's eating it) and I just have to have one! It was late and there's no way I'm going out for a burger, I'm not hungry - I'm actually full, so I eat (and drink) about 800 really unnecessary calories from the fridge and cupboard
(cheddar cheese, bourbon, tea with coconut milk, fruit). It's not the calories or the impact on weight loss that upsets me, it's that food has such a hold on me, I am not the master, and I think I should be. I swear, I'm not a control freak, I'll compromise. Food: if I'm hungry, I'll eat you; if I'm not, just go away.
