Yesterday and the day before something really weird clicked in my brain and I started eating as if my life depended on it. Maybe it *did* I don’t know, but the result today is almost a kilo rise in my weight! I expect most of it to disappear by the time my digestive systems have had their way with me, but even so, it’s worrying that I could so easily slip back into my old habits without any problem at all.
To give you an idea of what I actually went through, I finished off the remains of a box of Nutrigrain *dry*; a small tin of baked beans with added mayonnaise; two small tins of ‘flavoured tuna’; at least 6 Cruskits; and rounded it off with the remains of a vegetable mix I made a few days ago that I (again) mixed with mayonnaise. Then the daughter came home from Cairns where she’d been working (in the middle of a cyclone!), and I went to bed… very, very late.
It may be that being alone for a few days. left me depressed and/or lonely and I turned to food for ‘comfort, but to be honest it didn’t feel like it. I actually felt myself letting go of the self-control I’ve maintained since the surgery. I wasn’t ‘hungry’ per se, just needed to eat. I’m sure there’s some deep psychological reason why, but as yet I’ve not been able to work out what it is. Over the past week I’ve been very restless at night so I could just be exhausted and unable to resist old impulses, either way, I suppose it’s back to the support group and/or the internet for clues. But for now, back to bed for an hour or eight.
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