Chewing the fat with the angels on weighty matters
In a bid to stay trim Victoria Mary Clarke has called in an eating disorder specialist and consulted her angels
IHAVE been comfort eating. Today it was a fried cheese and sausage sandwich. Yesterday it was fish and chips, and then cake. There is just something about the combination of the dark, cold, wet weather and the general atmosphere of doom that makes me want to stuff myself with bad food.
A little of what you fancy doesn't usually kill you, but it's very easy to make a habit of this kind of thing. And before you notice it you have put on pounds, which are slow and tedious to lose.
One woman that I came across paid a personal diet guru a thousand euro for every pound he helped her to shed. This winter I am determined to get to grips with the comfort eating, before I have to take out a mortgage to pay for the damage. So I decided to call upon the angels (who often give helpful advice) to see what they might say.