I have an eating disorder. Psych! That was lame, but seriously, people have been bugging me about having one, which I do not. Anyway, to start from the beginning, potato harvest was good, but I am glad to be back in the city, and in the swing of working in a kitchen again. This is where the eating disorder comes in. I love to eat. Wait, let me rephrase that. I LOVE to eat. Over the past two years my taste buds have come to accept nearly anything, and there is very little that I don't like, and nothing that I won't try.
But the love to eat part is what was making me depressed. I love to eat so much that I would eat even if I was full. I could eat a huge thanksgiving meal, and be so full I was bloated, but I would still try shoveling down that last desert. I was disgusting myself, mainly at the lack of self control. I have even taken food from functions, or right off my boss's plate. I don't even know why. So the past few weeks I have taken the effort to only eat when I feel hungry.
It hasn't been easy, especially with harvest suppers (thanks aunt sandra) being so awesome everyday. Today was the hardest, being back at work and around so much amazing food. I tried my best, and it should only get easier as I go on.
In other news, I am home alone for the time being, as my roommate is off working at the farm, so I will attempt to catch up on the 12 plus hours of tv I missed, as well as get some much needed rest. Until next time....