Emotional Eating

It's no use, I'm going to have to admit that I love food and it is an emotional crutch for me. (That and wine)

I'm sad, I eat. I'm happy, I eat.

Eat to celebrate, eat to commiserate. I eat when I'm stressed, and over stretched, and I eat when I'm bored or lonely.

I like to eat with friends, and insist on a meal out with the hubby once in a while. Love a BBQ.

I like eating out in restaurants and pubs, I like eating in the open air... I like takeaways...

I really like cooking (with a glass of wine) and being creative with ingredients. I LOVE trying new recipes and new dishes from foreign countries.

When I go into a supermarket abroad I just wander down the aisles fascinated by the different food and smells and awkward sounding names.

I worry that it's an actual hobby, an interest. I'm usually waiting for the next meal.

I'm the opposite of that Sam I Am character.

Yes I'll eat them on a house, yes I'll eat them on a mouse.

I WILL eat them on a chair, I WILL eat them ANYWHERE.

Houston, we have a problem, Nic can't stop eating. Any ideas?

Now if you'll excuse me for a minute, I'm feeling a bit peckish...

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