Starting up this blog seemed to have been the catalyst for the hungry monster in me. It also could have just been my period, but those damn things happen so often (like, seriously, once a month!) that I hate thinking my eating habits are so strongly influenced by them.

For the past week I have been eating like there’s no tomorrow. I would wake up in the morning, and skip off to the bakery (okay, skip is a bit of an exaggeration, lug my fat arse is more realistic) where I am now embarrassingly remembered by the staff. They smile at me. They must be looking at me trying to work out if the food I buy every morning is just for me, or whether others are helping out with the consumption of baked goods.

I end up leaving with not one, but TWO croissants, and an apple turnover. This bakery, with their mouth watering baked goods, is dangerously positions right across the road from where I live. It’s right next to the supermarket which sells chocolate cheaper than I have seen it before.

I am one of those fat people that doesn’t like eating in front of other people, as I get paranoid that they are all looking at me and thinking “oh you fat girl, you fat fat girl!”. I am home alone all morning, and the child I look after only comes home in the afternoon, meaning that my daily trips to the bakery go unnoticed by everyone except the bakery staff. I try to give the impression that these croissants and apple turnovers aren’t JUST for me.

Anyway, thankfully my appetite seems to have subsided somewhat. I didn’t wake up this morning and think FOOD. I did however wake up and think “I don’t wanna go for a walk, it looks like it’s going to rain….”

One step at a time, one step at a time!