Grandma's house is a food trap
There's something about Grandma's house. I can control myself at my house, at my parent's house, at my brother's house, at my aunts/uncles/cousins houses. I can control myself at my friend's houses.
Grandma's house is another story altogether. We just checked my grandma out of physical therapy rehab for a broken hip back in November. I went with my parents to take her back to the assisted living home she's been staying at for a while now. The assisted living is a few blocks from the house she raised her family in, so my folks and I stayed there. For some reason, this weekend, like every other weekend I stay there I eat everything in sight. I literally have zero control of myself. Thankfully, there isn't much around considering nobody lives there on a full time basis anymore. I've been this way since I was about sixteen (25 now), and weirdly about the same time Grandma got too sick and old to cook three meals a day.
Anyone else struggle in a particular situation like this? How do you control it?
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