queenbee01
Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
The horror story part of it is that I can see myself ending up like mum if I do not get a hold of the devil who sits on my shoulder and kick this Whelk of mine up the perverbial. Every day, I eat things that I know are not good for me, and it's a constant battle with my two chums, the devil and the whelk.
Food has become a contiguous issue with me and every day I try to stop myself from eating what I should not and every day I fail.
I run a guest house with my partner and every other day, I bake, cookies, cakes and bread. Every day I eat at least two or three cookies and or Three slices of bread with lashings of butter, and I am disgusted with myself. Help I am turning into my mother!
Yesterday I thought right, today I am not going to eat anything naughty. I had vegetable crudities and humous for breakfast. 4 ryvita with smoked mackerel for lunch, and a pear and apple for snacks. my evening meal was bbq chicken tika (home made with spices and yoghurt) with salad.
at 9.30pm I had 2 slices of toast with butter and before I went to bed a marathon bar! Why I do not know, I was'nt hungry, but as usual the devil and the whelk let me do it. Why do I keep behaving like my mum! It scares the holly c--- out of me because I really do not want to end up like mum or worse.
Guys. Im going to blog on this forum site every day, to record what I have eaten and how I feel. When I have done good, please can someone out there give me a pat on the back and encourage me. and the days when I have not, kick me up the perverbial.
Thanks in anticipation. x
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