I am a food junkie

I am a food junkie. There are no ifs, buts or maybes about it. My thoughts from the minute the alarm clock would buzz each and every morning was what I refer to as "Menu Planning". For the past couple of years this is what would literally go through my head every single day.

What shall I eat for breakfast?
GOOD BRAIN: "Reney, why don't you make yourself a slice of toast"

BAD BRAIN: "Stuff that!!! Who has time to make toast!!! Maccas is around the corner and you can have as many hash browns as you like"

GOOD BRAIN: " Okay, well you are obviously in a hurry this morning to get to work, so why don't you at least grab an apple ad eat that on your way to work"

BAD BRAIN: "Are you for real? Grab an apple???? The apples are in the fruit bowl for decoration, you couldn't possibly eat the decoration. Get to Maccas get your hash browns and on the way stop off at 7 Eleven and you can stock up on some Mars Bars and Snickers to snack on throughout the day"

And always my bad brain won. ALWAYS.

This was what was going on in my little brain, each and every day 24 hours a day 365 days per year. On one hand it was sheer torture for me but on the other hand it was sheer bliss. I know that the only time I was happy was when I was eating. Food gave me so much comfort and sooooo much joy.

Every opportunity I had I would be eating and what I like to refer to as "sneaky eating". The thrill of eating junk like chocolates, biscuits and cakes and the buzz of not getting caught. I AM A FOOD JUNKIE.