At the beginning of February, I made a pledge to change my relationship with food over the course of 2016.
For once I made no plans to lose ten pounds or to build my glutes to bikini model proportions.
Instead, I chose to spend February quietly observing, with as little judgment as possible, my eating habits.
And what I discovered actually shocked me:
I am an emotional binge eater
Which I have never seen myself as before, but I am. I am the Queen of Dairy rolling around in clotted cream.
Most days I will eat somewhere between 2000 and 3000 calories composed mostly of dairy and refined carbohydrates. The days when I am sad or stressed, I’m at 3000 calories and beyond.
One day included: chocolate for breakfast, biscuits for a mid-morning snack, cheese toasty for lunch, two scones complete with clotted cream and jam, an apple (winning), hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, more biscuits, vegetarian curry for dinner, and cake for dessert.
Much of the time I feel nauseous and bloated, and I don’t like what I see in the mirror.
I also noted that the days when I had food prepped, my binging was kept to a minimum.