Sick of thinking about food?

Is this your Ground Hog Day?

Lying in bed, you wake gradually, slowly becoming more aware of yourself . You recognise that familiar feeling of dread mixed with guilt weighing heavily on your heart. Still groggy, you cast your mind back, combing through the previous day’s experiences as you seek out the source.

Ah yes, now you remember, yesterday was a BAD DAY

It started off innocently enough, with your usual pledge to be good, to resist temptation; that today will finally be the day you’ll keep that promise to yourself.

Breakfast is never a problem, that’s when you’re most motivated and least enticed to stray from your plan. You’re into drinking green smoothies in a jar with a straw these days, you saw it on Instagram.

You get ready for the day and look with disappointment at the softness around your waist line and your extra chin.

You feel the hot surge of anger and disgust rise up your face.

You declare war on your body, you’re off to punish yourself at the gym. “I’ll rip this weight off me if it’s the last thing I do” you mutter through gritted teeth.

Lunchtime comes and you’re still riding the wave of exercise endorphins, “Train Hard Eat Clean” is your mantra, and in your mind you secretly admonish your peers for not eating your “clean” chicken salad.

As the afternoon starts to roll around, the sugar craving train hits you hard. That extra 100 calories you pushed yourself for on the elliptical trainer is coming back with a vengeance as you feel your energy slump.

You’re thinking back to that chicken salad, thinking maybe you should have eaten some bread, or at least a few of those fries. As you start ticking over in your mind what would be a “good” cheat right now, you happen to walk past your reflection in an office window.

Still fat. Still gross.

What’s the point ?

And it’s like you’ve triggered a button, and your body goes into autopilot.

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You dull your reality for the moment, with the comfort of the party going on in your mouth.

This. Is. LIVING! you think.

Then that little voice pipes up in your head saying “F*ck it – You’ve ruined it now, let’s go another round!”

You inhale the food, mouthful after mouthful. You’re like a scavenging hyena scouring for your first meal in weeks. Suddenly, you snap out of your time warp, back to reality and see the spoils of your feast.

That’s when the guilt starts to creep in.

In rebellion, you announce to yourself that you’ve decided to give up hating yourself instead!

After all, you don’t need to lose weight for anyone, people love you for you! You celebrate your new found confidence, and continue your splurge into the evening, and relish the wine, and the desert.

Falling asleep on the couch in a food coma and resolving to cover every mirror, and ignore every window you walk past, so you just won’t look at your reflection.

Ever. Again.

Then that oh-so familiar nasty little voice pipes up.

“Yeah, good idea Fatty ! What about when you can’t stuff your huge arse into your fat pants again? Oh, and don’t forget you can’t run and hide every time someone pulls out a camera.

And you realise…She’s right.

You know you just look like a huge heifer next to all your slim and gorgeous girlfriends. You get up, go to the bathroom and inspect the damage, grabbing your stomach in a handful of fat.

Wobbling it. Screwing up your nose. Sucking in your stomach, using your hands to squash your saddle bag thighs.

Stuff this! I’ll start tomorrow! And as you fall asleep, you’re full of pep talks in your head.

You’re determined to not be that girl – the hot, fat mess who always whinges about her weight, but can never seem to do anything about it.

Lying in bed, you wake gradually, slowly becoming more aware of yourself and as you do you recognise that familiar feeling of dread mixed with guilt weighing heavily on your heart. Still groggy, you cast your mind back, combing through your previous day’s experiences as you seek out the source. Ah yes, now you remember, yesterday was a BAD DAY……

How long have you been living YOUR Ground Hog day?

And for how long are you willing to let it continue?

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