In which I survive a 19 hour nap...
I don't want to hide the truth, the last few weeks have been a struggle. I'm still suffering with a cold and it's not budging yet (mine usually last a month). I started writing this Sunday night, I had worked a 6 day week, I had binged on McDonald's the day before, and I had drank a bottle of red wine. It took until Monday night to get all the words out. This weekend I set a new sleep record, I slept from 3:30pm Saturday afternoon until 10:30am Sunday morning, that tired that my body decided I needed 19 hours! I even passed out in my make up, I now have a grizzly spot to thank for that (sorry Mrs Hirons...if you know, you know). I feel that my struggle with food is similar to an alcoholic. I eat in secret, I hide food, I lie about the food I eat/have eaten. It's like a compulsion, I know I shouldn't be doing it, and it's more than just greed. It feels like a form of socially acceptable self harming. I sho...