I have been eating like there is not going to be food on earth for at least a decade. Since Friday evening, after the stress about my mother sort of subsided, I begun the grand fest. Friday night we ate pittas with gyros. Not too bad. Saturday, I got up at 5.45 am to go work in my dad's fish - shop, since mom was still on the hospital and would not check out before noon. Then I returned home from the shop at 3 pm, went to the supermarket, then back home, had scrabbled eggs for lunch, a bit of a nap, and then cooking begun. The gang wanted Mexican, so Mexican it was.
Angelos loved his party. And I loved the food in the party.
And yesterday, I was eating left overs all day.
I feel sick. And I am upset too. I realised last night that when I am going through too much stress, food is still the thing that I turn to.
No way I am getting on the scales today....