When did a cookie become not just a cookie?
I'm sick to death of feeling guilty for enjoying food. Overeating, yes, not so great, but one cookie, or even two. Why am I made to feel guilty? It is not a sin. It does not hurt anyone. It does not make me a bad person. (In fact, constantly dieting makes me crabby, which makes me no fun to be around.) I used to be genetically thin - no matter what I ate, I was a bean pole. Eating, even overeating, was encouraged and found to be kind of funny or silly. So, why, now that I'm genetically heavy (not matter what I eat, I'll never be smaller than a size 12 again), is it so bad for me to eat more than just salads? So, WHO taught me to feel guilty? Why do I hate eating in front of people? Any thoughts??
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Thanks for the great advice! :-)