The cats and I are home alone this morning, so I decided to join my furry babies outside for breakfast. I have such a hard time eating by myself - the ghost of eating disorders past rear its ugly head and make me think, like, "what's the point? It's not like anyone can check up on me, plus isn't it better if I save all this food? Then I don't have to buy new groceries before Ronnie gets home!". Stupid stupid stupid idiocy!
But hey, thank God I'm a grown-up now and know I don't have to listen to every insane thought that pops into this messed up head of mine. To help the good thoughts out and keep the bad ones in the trash where they belong, I usually try to make really nice meals for myself when I have to eat alone. That way, when I ask myself "what's the point?", I can answer: "The point is that this food is awesome and beautiful and delicious and you'll feel so much better if you eat it! Plus, when you're done, you're allowed to watch Glee." And the stupid thoughts will be like "hmm, yeah, OK. It does look pretty delicious and I do love Glee". And I'll be like "hahahaaaa! Outsmarted myself again!"
Today's breakfast: Freshly squeezed orange juice, blueberry tea, pink grapefruit and sandwiches with brie and smoked ham + brie and apricot marmelade.
