I continue to find reasons (and maybe excuses) for my struggle with weight.
Today I met up with my friend Mary Jane – a textile artist whose marvelous up cycled sweaters will soon be added to the CB shopping section – for a delightful rummage through a thrift shop and some breakfast.
I ate about half of what I ordered and then brought the rest home “for the dog.” He got about half. I devoured the rest while working on a creative project. I felt so angry at myself. Why was I eating again? I was full. Perhaps shoveling food in calms me down while I try to produce something beautiful, feeling inadequate all the while to be able to create something that meets my own standards
Perhaps my love affair with food is that it’s the only thing that once I finish it, I feel “content” and can walk away without second guessing what I’ve done Or perhaps this whole blog entry is me second-guessing my eating behavior
I could chase my own tail forever. And perhaps if I did I’d burn some calories hahah!
CB 
