Yeah, it's always a problem with this particular friend because she can resist overeating when she's not hungry, but she always orders too much because she wants the maximum variety of foods and doesn't want to run out of anything. But then there are multiple boxes of every flavor of Girl Scout cookie, duplicates of multiple flavors of mini cakes, enough pizza for everyone to have a whole large pizza to themselves. And she'll have some of each and then stop, but then there's all this leftover food right in front of me and I can't seem to stop myself from going "just one more" even when I know I'm not hungry anymore.
It's this weird combination of compulsive comfort eating and a guilt about food going to waste. (When I first arrived, I noticed a container of food sitting on the table that she'd forgotten to put in the fridge overnight so that ended up getting thrown away. So, the weekend started right out with this twitchy sense of "She's providing too much food, but if I don't eat it, it will get thrown out.") And intellectually, I know it's not my job to eat all the food so it doesn't "go to waste", but it still drives me nuts for food to just sit there uneaten. It's like food calls to me. Even if I can't see it, I know there is half a container of something in the fridge. So, yeah, multi-packs and "family size" things are my nemesis. It doesn't matter how many people it was meant to feed, I'll just keep eating it until it's gone.
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Date: Tuesday, 26 March 2024 06:04 pm (UTC)Yeah, it's always a problem with this particular friend because she can resist overeating when she's not hungry, but she always orders too much because she wants the maximum variety of foods and doesn't want to run out of anything. But then there are multiple boxes of every flavor of Girl Scout cookie, duplicates of multiple flavors of mini cakes, enough pizza for everyone to have a whole large pizza to themselves. And she'll have some of each and then stop, but then there's all this leftover food right in front of me and I can't seem to stop myself from going "just one more" even when I know I'm not hungry anymore.
It's this weird combination of compulsive comfort eating and a guilt about food going to waste. (When I first arrived, I noticed a container of food sitting on the table that she'd forgotten to put in the fridge overnight so that ended up getting thrown away. So, the weekend started right out with this twitchy sense of "She's providing too much food, but if I don't eat it, it will get thrown out.") And intellectually, I know it's not my job to eat all the food so it doesn't "go to waste", but it still drives me nuts for food to just sit there uneaten. It's like food calls to me. Even if I can't see it, I know there is half a container of something in the fridge. So, yeah, multi-packs and "family size" things are my nemesis. It doesn't matter how many people it was meant to feed, I'll just keep eating it until it's gone.