I wrote something on my Facebook page earlier that got me thinking. It was about Jeremy Clarkson.
Whatever your view might be about the debacle – and I doubt that we will ever get the truth…did he throw a punch, was it all blown out of proportion? – there was a stroke of genius on the part of a certain PR team today...
Good ‘ole Snickers. It made me chuckle. I love the Joan Collins advert. I also love a Snickers…haven’t had one in bloody ages though!
Anyway. Personally, I think it’s crazy that more people are signing a petition to reinstate Mr Clarkson than have signed petitions to end female genital mutilation. It’s a crazy world. I quite like Clarkson – he’s an irritating prick…but I quite like irritating pricks. I know one thing though, if I threw a punch at someone at work I would get sacked – and I bet you would too. I’ve often thought about it though!
I am losing my thread here. What I wanted to write about was why I kind of empathise with Jeremy.
HANGRY or HANGER.
You bloody know exactly what I mean by those words. That moment in which you feel so hungry that you are angry about it. And if someone says something that normally wouldn’t flip you over the edge, your hunger does it for you.
I know that feeling.
Mr WLB knows that feeling.
I have a dent in the partition wall in my house that knows that feeling…and a remote control, thrown By me causing the dent, that knows that feeling too.
And a few smashed plates.
Then there was a handheld PSP Playstation thing that I threw in the sink…when it was full of water.
And Mr WLBs vintage football programmes that I threw in there too.
That bout of hanger was costly!
Food issues are hard to deal with. On the one hand I want to succeed so badly. On the other hand I want to demolish a Big Mac and fries…or a couple of Big Macs…and some crisps…and some chocolate. This isn’t hunger though, this is emotional stuff.
But mix emotional stuff with a bit of hunger and a lot of frustration and it’s a dangerous combination. Hanger.
So I am still working on not allowing myself to get too hungry. Try it Clarkson – it stops the hangriness!
Seriously though. One of the things I try and do is not let myself get too hungry. Once I get to that stage it’s hard not to reach for any old bit of food. And if that food happens to be ‘off-plan’ then it brings with it a sense of guilt and that old ‘blown it sod it’ mentality. Now this isn’t a debate about how no food should be classed as off-plan and therefore there should be no guilt. When I get hungry I don’t count syns or weigh and measure and inevitably it does mean off-plan and a bit of guilt. You can’t change that kind of thinking overnight.
It’s also hard to deal with other people and their helpful suggestions during these times. I heard that Clarkson had wanted hot food…a proper dinner. Not soup. I really empathise with him on this too. I have a ‘thing’ – soup is not dinner. Neither is beans on toast. And even if I have been grazing all day on things like crisps and pork pie and other junk food, I still want a proper dinner.
I guess we both have issues Clarkson.
I had been doing well. I had reached the stage where a bit of hunger was okay. It was a novelty to feel hungry and to eat when my body really was hungry – rather than eating for emotional reasons.
But now that things are a bit of a struggle, I have to put some structure around my eating again so that I don’t get hungry. Which might sound weird. However, I was able to overcome my binge-eating disorder through a series of ‘steps’ – one of which was to eat regularly so that I knew any ‘hunger’ was actually just emotional and therefore I didn’t need to eat to solve it. I think I was using hunger as an excuse not to face up to the emotional stuff.
Gosh – this is getting deep…it was only supposed to be about Snickers and Clarkson!
There are ways of overcoming your eating issues. It’s not easy though. There will be some hanger. And the hangriness is hard to deal with. It’s easier to bury the hangriness in a tub of Haagen Dazs. It won’t help you achieve your health goals though.
I apologise for my hanger. It’s not big, it’s not clever…but for me it’s part of the journey.
Thank you for reading,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx