I just came to the realization of how much food I actually consume.
Mostly, I don’t keep track of what I am eating but I actually thought about it today and I am a pig.
I think what actually made the light bulb go off is when I was making my yummy in the tummy waffles. All six of them. Now, I understand people get hungry but I seem to eat every half-hour to hour.
I despise diets and exercise. I simply refuse. If you want to, more power to you but I can’t be bothered. With that time I could be cooking something scrumptious.
Maybe that’s why I slightly resemble a beached whale.
Yes folks, I am a fatty boom-ba-latty.
Whatever, it is what it is and I freaking love food.
I love hamburgers and pizza. Ice cream and cookies and I love cakes and pies.
In all seriousness, I don’t understand why sometimes I can’t enough food. No matter what I eat or how often I eat, it simply is not enough. Nothing hits the spot.
When I was younger, I really didn’t care that much. But now that I am getting older, I want to start looking out for my health. I want to be in shape and be healthy for my family. This is so hard to do when you are stuck with these bad habits.
I think I over eat due to many reasons, depression, stress, boredom etc. I try to control it when it gets out of hand, but it doesn’t seem to work. The food always wins. It is a comfort thing I guess.
The best part about this is, as I am writing this, talking about being healthy, I am eating chips and dip.