I wanted to post Ellabella’s comment here for everyone to see. Hope you don’t mind me sharing it, sweetie, but it’s just so relevent:

Well, dear one, you read my post, so you know that my relationship with food is pretty much the same as yours. I try - oh, how I try - to like only what’s best for me, and 90% of the time I succeed. But that other 10%, if ignored, seems to gain strength in exile - just seems to keep growing until it busts out one day in the form of really awful cravings for things like hot fudge sundaes and the like. And if I give in to it - if I talk myself into going ahead and having one - I go through WEEKS of struggling again to get my appetite under control. Tiresome, really. Keep us updated on the lapband process. Sounds sensible, but that three-year-old in my head is still tantrumming over not being able to eat junk whenever she wants, you know? NEXT life, I intend to have a better relationship with food AND my body, and that’s the truth!
Hugs,
Z

It was your whole approach and your comment about that three year old in your head. Oh yes. Oh, I have one too, and she can spit her dummy at a moment’s notice.

In fact, she was there on Saturday night, at dinner with the family, and she nearly screwed up the whole night for me.

Did I mention we’d gone to Taco Bill’s? Melbourne’s take on Mexican food. Nothing like real Mexican, I’m reliably informed, but tasty and I do have a weakness for frijoles. Even tried something different from my usual, but there were frijoles, of course.

Well, we had nachos to share and then a nice main course and then the girl came and asked if we wanted coffee and dessert and everyone round the table (except me) said “no”.

So she went away.

And I was sitting there with dreams of chocolate sludge fading and NOT HAPPY!

I mean, it WASN’T FAIR.

Beloved had had a margarita and chilli beer. That was his dessert.

Poss had had a margarita.

Radio Boy and GF had filled up on that giant Tequila Sunrise, and although BF hadn’t had alcohol, he’d had a major slab of cake at home before we left.

So they all got treat and I got NOTHING and I tell you, that dummy was just about to become a projectile.

Just glad I didn’t let food stuff up a lovely evening.