There is no easy way to look at my mother and tell her that I ate the entire loaf of bread.
Yes, mom, I ate all 12 slices. Ya, there's no way that's happening. I'm speeding to the store. Must replace it before she gets back. Jesus. Fucking Christ. I cannot believe this is my life. Update later.
I just posted about the same thing, if you can believe it.
ReplyDeleteWhat are we going to do? Let's forget the goals, let's just STOP UNRAVELLING.
Ok?
I love you x
*hugs* dw hun you'll make it right xxx
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, I've been in this situation. I'm going to tell you what happened, because it will make you feel so much better.
ReplyDeleteOnce, my boyfriend and I bought a small tub of boutique icecream for dessert, and ate a quarter each (a good portion). He left my house, leaving half the icecream in my freezer. I told myself I wouldn't touch it until next time he came over.
Well that didn't happen, and in a couple of days I had eaten the rest.
There was no way I could let him know I had polished off the rest of our icecream without him, so I went to the store and bought an identical one.
Of course, I then had to force myself to eat half of it so it looked exactly like the first tub and he wouldn't know the difference.
Trouble was, a couple of days later I had eaten the second half of the second tub that was meant for him to see next time he came around.
Process repeats.
How the hell did we get to this place? This strange world where food=shame.
I love you, and I understand,
Adeline xx