Food and I have always had a very much love/hate relationship. It’s not easy to say which aspect of the love/hate is more frequented.
My high school days were spent either eating too much or not nearly enough. From the age of 14 I refused to eat at school. I didn’t eat breakfast either so was usually ravenous by the time I got home from school. I had an ‘agreement’ with my doctor that I would eat one meal a day…this one meal was dinner. This one meal caused a lot of friction.
Grade 12 I dropped 20 kilos in 2.5 months by exercising for hours at a time and barely eating. My one meal of choice, that I would eat at 430 every day was ham and cheese toasted sandwiches. Eaten before exercising of course. Most of my exercise was done in the privacy of my bedroom. I would jog on the spot for up to 2 hours every night.
A lot of these behaviours still penetrate my everyday life now. I still have disordered eating. I go from eating barely anything to eating a 20 pack of freddos in one sitting. When things get stressful I regress back to old habits. Food and I very much still have a love/hate relationship. I hate it and it seems to love me so much that it sticks to me like glue.