This past week has been a living nightmare. I'm getting the silent treatment from my number one fan (yes, my darling man) who is currently overseas - deployed. I don't know if I have or haven't done or said something. I don't know what is going on with him at the moment. I know that he must be under enormous pressure but it is really wreaking havoc with my sense of equilibrium. That sounds so selfish and unfair – I hate it when I think in such a way. It’s not his fault and he’s doing the best he can and I fully support him in what he has to do. It’s just so hard not having his input into my day.
To that end, while I've been walking when I can (it's been raining off and on for the past week as well), I've also been reaching for the worst things - bread, fruitcake and yes those dreaded Tim Tams. I've not said to myself "just one!” no it's been “that one was good, I'll have another and another” etc etc etc, without any sense of control. I don't even want to know how many calories I've had with my binge outs this week. Needless to say, I've gained nearly a kilogram, for which I'm kicking myself.
Why is that when you are at an all time low, you always reach for the most disastrous comfort foods? I can't even eat the stuff I've been packing away without consequences - bread makes me wheeze and chocolate gives me the worst headaches. It just doesn't make any sense.
Please someone either: shout at me, shake me or hug me. Anything, to get me back on course. Please explain my crazy self-destruct program I’m following. I'm really doing badly here and I don’t understand it.

That pretty well sums up the way I feel at the moment.
As always, thanks for your support and for listening.

