I have been a bit up and down with regard to the eating/body image/obsessing thing.
But Ian and I went to the pub and had a bewdiful steak and chips. I began to feel full about 2/3 of the way through the meal, so I ate up the salad and left about 1/2 the chips.
Gosh, I was proud of myself. This is a big step for me. Chips are my favourite food, or definitely up there with them. I have never met a spud I didn’t like, especially one cocooned by fat.
anyway, the day was a bit busy – examining for the mock exam today, then into Cafe Quince for lunch, then to the city to pick Giuliana up. I met up with my Brother in Law for coffee (actually pinot and some french fries, I had a chippy kind of day). But I was craving chips, so I have eaten chips, and will try not to feel guilty.
Tomorrow, a run with Shells, then preparing to have some folks over.