“No, I’m not on a diet.” Last night, I realised I have a problem with food.
I went to an “emotional eating” course last night. Even typing it I feel ashamed. Like I am admitting I have a problem with food.
Before last night I would have told you I don’t have a problem with food and mostly meant it. Even though my size has never been constant. I break in and out of fads more often than a Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper headline: gluten free, low carb, no carb, low fat, high fat, cabbage soup diet, tuna salad diet.