Something that always strikes me when I’m Off The Sugar is how much less interested in eating I am. Which is disorientating, because food is my comfort.

It does go to show that I’m fat not because I don’t know how to eat properly, but because I don’t know how to comfort myself properly.

And that’s probably hard to empathise with if you’re not wired the same way.

But put it this way; I put diesel in the car the other day, and didn’t buy snacks. That’s unheard of for me. Petrol station = snacks. But not allowing myself chocolate or cakes limits the snacks to heavier choices, and I almost never snack because I’m actually hungry.

So I’m about to pop into Home Bargains for cat food, and will probably not buy any food, because the food I can have is of little interest to me.

@DJDarren Nah, I'm also a comfort eater. Didn't get the urge to eat much while I was on holiday. Got back, straight into a print deadline, and I can't stop stuffing my face. I've made my peace with it; it's what I do to keep going. Can't help thinking if/when I retire I'll lose a shedload of weight 😅

@crinolinerobot That’s a good point actually. I had a week off a few backs, and didn’t overeat any more than I would normally around my birthday. During the week, I ate three square meals and a few snacks.

When I’m bored at work, all I can think of is the chocolate they sell in the canteen next to my office. Not the sausage rolls or bacon sandwiches, because I’m not hungry for food. The sweets, because I’m hungry for dopamine.