i have a confession to make. more than the previous handful of days, house alone, i&rsquove been doing an awful lot of eating. a bag of crisps just before dinner a chocolate biscuit afterwards. toast prior to bed. far more toast when i wake up. without having...i have a confession to make. more than the previous handful of days, house alone, i&rsquove been doing an awful lot of eating.a bag of crisps just before dinner a chocolate biscuit afterwards. toast prior to bed. far more toast when i wake up. without having anybody about to see me &ndash and here&rsquos the shameful bit &ndash i really feel i can eat what i like no one will judge me for portion size, or possessing seconds, or reassuring myself that words like &ldquostarter&rdquo and &ldquopudding&rdquo make all these additional calories seem like element of a single meal.but when my fiancé comes back from vacation tomorrow, i&rsquoll make sure there is certainly no indication that i&rsquove been gorging in his absence. i strategy to wash up all the dishes, take out the bins and dispose of every last shred of proof. he&rsquoll be none the wiser about my secret splurge.reading this, you may perhaps assume i&rsquove got deeprooted challenges with meals. i don&rsquot. i&rsquove never dieted, never ever been overweight, by no means had something approaching an consuming disorder. in fact, i&rsquom a enormous foodie &ndash obsessed with cooking, baking and dining out. when my other half is about, i have no problem eating in front of him he loves that my appetite is nearly as major as his.but when i know i&rsquom eating more than normal, or indulging in anything particularly unhealthy, i don&rsquot necessarily want him &ndash or other people &ndash to know. from the odd wrapper surreptitiously crumpled in a coat pocket to the tubes of sweets lurking in the depths of my handbag, i have no qualms about maintaining particular points under the radar.
