Food Amnesia

So, I bet you’ve heard of a food coma. Today I determined that I must have food amnesia, meaning I forget why I no longer eat stuff.

I recently met a milestone in the battle of the bulge and decided this morning that I would give in to my craving by eating a bacon egg and cheese bagel for breakfast. Well, that bagel sandwich made me like a stuffed turkey till about three this afternoon.

After work I went to the grocery this evening to shop for my annual cookie extravaganza which will commence this weekend. Problem was, I was soooo hungry from not eating lunch I kinda forgot what I had for breakfast and thought I could use some serious comfort food. I picked up my favorite frozen meatloaf dinner with about a zillion calories and a bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies to take home. Misery again. (No, I didn’t eat the WHOLE bag . . . ) I did this to myself twice in one day – how stupid can you get??

All this is stuff I used to eat with pleasure – and some lingering pain . . . . I should have known better. This isn’t the first time I paid the price for eating this stuff. Am I doomed to a life of healthy eating? Oh, to just be able to enjoy something really, really bad once in a while.

© Michelle Scott 2005