When life doesn't quite go the way you'd planned, when relationships fall apart, jobs fall through, things break down, people you thought were good friends turn out to be anything but, or you just have a really rough day/week/month/year... what do "normal" people do? Cry? Scream? Throw things? Go on expensive shopping sprees? Hide under the bedcovers and wait for the storm to pass? Exercise like a maniac?
OR... Do they eat?
If you ignore the fact that my consumption of junk food is what contributed to my weight gain in the first place, things like chocolate and cookies and potato crisps and ice cream have never really hurt me. I've never had a chocolate bar call me every name under the sun, I've never faced a pint of Ben and Jerry's that had taken anything away from me, I've never opened a packet of potato crisps only to discover they were something other than what I thought they were.
On the other hand, I've never come across a single piece of junk food or fast food that has actually helped me to deal with Life. Chocolate didn't make my husband's passing any easier to cope with. Doughnuts didn't take the edge off the hurt caused by a recent betrayal from someone I thought was a good friend.
So why is it always my first port of call when something goes wrong? Why do I keep shovelling it in, even though I know that it's not going to help in the slightest - that is it, in fact, only going to make me feel worse when I eventually come to my senses and close my mouth? And, most importantly, how do I stop?? Is there hope? Because, let's face it, Life isn't always going to go smoothly...