I'll be honest, I'm always hungry. I just ate lunch not half an hour ago, and I'm already fantasizing about the snack I'm going to eat while I make dinner.
Suffice it to say, food is a pretty big part of my life. And I don't think there's any shame in admitting that. Food helps us live, and some of tastes pretty darn good.
So yes, I would enjoy a second helping. Thank you for asking.
A year or so ago, I lost 50 pounds which is awesome, but then I became terrified of eating anything that some people might define as "bad" or "unhealthy".
So I actually went out of my way to avoid eating the kinds of foods that I believed would make me instantly gain back all 50 of those pounds, plus interest.
It was really hard to admit to myself that I had a problem. In fact, I didn't even realize my conception of eating had changed so dramatically until I burst into tears when my mom bought me fish and chips, and I was too scared to even touch it.
Yeah, that was around the time it really dawned on me.
It's not easy. After all, I'd spent so long convincing myself I couldn't eat certain things that suddenly allowing myself to "indulge", so to speak, felt impossible.
But thanks to the support from my family and friends, I gradually rediscovered my love for food. And oh boy, I'm so glad I did.
Establishing that healthy connection between your brain and your stomach is crucial, but also oh-so-satisfying. And it's certainly changed my life for the better.
Now I'm proud to say that I've discovered a healthy, manageable relationship with all the good foods again. Which just might be the best relationship I've ever been in (please don't tell my boyfriend).
And now that I'm back to a good place, I would be more than happy to check out your car. Just so long as the side opens up and I can expect to be handed an order of fries, that is.
