I've always been a bit obsessive about food. Calorie counting, measuring the fat content and how many carbs are in food fill my head some days. I am 5 feet 3 and just under 9 stone. I weigh myself every day and feel really stressed if I go over the magic 9 stone mark....
I was never really fat, being 10 stone 2 at my heaviest. I lead a reasonably stressful life, juggling a full time job, two kids, relationship and all the rest of the stuff that goes with being a modern mum. Am I the only one who is like this? I've got a wedding to go to, and a weekend away to Valencia at the end of May and all I can think about is getting to 8 and a half stone in time.
I love to cook and bake like a mad woman some weekends. My fridge and cupboards are full. I spend vast amounts in Sainsburys. I've not had a bacon sarnie or baked potato with butter for God know how long. I manage to hide my obsessions from my family....I think. I am obsessed with food and totally petrified of it and how I can control what goes into my body.
Is this the way a 45 year old woman should be?