You often hear stories of people in the midst of great stress, be it a job-loss, marriage breakdown or death of a loved one, unable to eat. No appetite, no will to nosh...and as the upset over their loss continues, they get skinnier and skinnier...
I am not that person.
I'm the opposite. I cannot stop eating.
It wouldn't be such a bad thing if I was filling the void that I feel with vibrant green leafy things.
Nope. Not even close. Healthy nourishment is not on the menu right now. Grease, sugar and carbs are my best friends offering comfort like nothing else. During the first week without Mum, there was this amazing salad prepared, a symphony of different lettuces mixed with a rainbow of bell peppers, crunchy walnuts, mellow cheese, tart Granny Smith apple slices... it was GORGEOUS.
Dig in? Not a chance. All I could do was seek solace in more onion rings and french fries. Got a grilled cheese or greasy fish & chips, even better!
Now struggling through month 2 of the first year without Mum...and the carb fest continues with no sign of letting up.