I willed at the banana. Please, please, please just comfort me. Take the place of that chocolate digestive, that slice of cake, those crisps and just ... comfort me. I'm not even entirely sure why I need the comforting but my mind (not my brain) is telling my body that I need comfort food and I need it now!!!
The only problem is that the waistband of former roomy trousers is beginning to feel snug again and I think my memory has forgotten what a vegetable actually looks like. I know there has been alot of blog recently about healthy regimes and wotnot - what can I say? I didn't realise it was meant to have started yet - can I get away with that?
My fellow comfort eaters will know that it is not necessary the wherefores and the whyfores that matter, it's more about the placing of illicit food groups into our mouths, repetitively, that usually does the trick. Sadly all things healthy fall by the wayside, they simply will not do. What is required here is synthetic, fat-loaded, calorie-loaded, sugar-loaded goodness to soothe the little voice in our heads that demands comforting.
There is an interesting programme on 4OD at the moment which is putting 'volunteers' through three historical diets - Victorian, Edwardian and 1920s. It is fascinating to look at what people would go through in order to loose weight however it is the main-man that really gets my goat. He is an eminent historian and claims that we have gotten so gargantuan because we have become a culture of fast gratification rather than taking the time to enjoy our food. He goes on to state that we have no willpower, no control over ourselves and that we lack any kind of discipline. I splutter indignantly at such a slur but in my heart of hearts, I can't help but agree.