by Anne Mallat
I used to love eating cake for breakfast.
When I was younger, I would save a piece of my birthday cake and eat it the next morning. It was the best part of my birthday. Really!
When I was older, it became cake and coffee. I would skip breakfast and go straight to morning tea. It was my favourite meal of the day.
I came to realise I was using food.
I was using food to pick me up in the mornings, to fuel me through the day, to reward myself at night for a hard day’s work. I was using food because I was exhausted. I was also using food to dull my feelings, to comfort myself, to sweeten my sadness. Continue reading “Cake for Breakfast”