Jump to content
By fans, for fans. By fans, for fans. By fans, for fans.

Recommended Posts

Posted

sodjna;sm zxlk[nsijna

 

Only crisps :yes:

 

I'm not a fan of the cooked meal. I'm much happier with Monster Munch crisps – beef flavour; I wouldn't touch pickled onion. When I open the bag, I check if they have enough beef coating on them; if it's not enough, I'll throw them away. Sometimes there's a nugget of pure beef flavouring at the bottom, which is delicious. You could say I'm a connoisseur.

 

I've been eating two family-size bags a day for two years, and little else for the past decade. My shopping trolley looks as if I'm having a children's party. The idea of eating anything else is repellent; I don't like being full and bloated, which is how "proper food" makes me feel. I have a tea for breakfast, skip lunch and then I'm ready for my first large bag of crisps at around 4pm and my second bag at 8pm. During the day I'll have a few cups of tea and sometimes a cola. I don't get ravenous because my body is used to it after all these years.

 

The only time I'll eat anything else is a family meal at a restaurant. Then I'll pick at a piece of dry chicken and a morsel of bread, just to stop people nagging at me.

 

I've always been a fussy eater. I can remember my mum trying everything to get me to eat healthily, cooking spaghetti bolognese and chopping up veg, which I refused to eat. She finally said, "If you don't eat that, there's nothing else." "Fine," I replied, "I don't want anything."

 

I was happiest eating junk food. Having my five a day was unthinkable – I couldn't even manage one a day. At 11, I became chubby and then came the teasing. Fat Debs was my name at school. This time in my life became very dark. My confidence was low and I became anorexic, bulimic and addicted to exercising. At 15, I weighed seven stone and ended up in hospital, but I thought that was an overreaction by the doctors. I felt fine and was busy at college, studying health and fitness. I am a very strong-minded person and just batted away other people's attempts to intervene.

 

I got a job at the local pool and saw the female lifeguards eating peanuts during their breaks. They were excellent swimmers, so I decided that must be the answer and took to eating just dry-roasted peanuts, and bread sprinkled with salt.

 

At 20 I became pregnant with Luke, now 11, and I had massive cravings for chicken nuggets and ice cream. As soon as I gave birth, I went back to being a "selective eater", as they call it, just nibbling the odd chicken nugget when I was feeding them to Luke. I always made sure Luke ate sensibly and I don't think my diet has affected him – he's not fussy. He's a typical man – put his dinner in front of him and he's happy.

 

When Luke was five, I bought a packet of barbecue-flavoured crisps and that was it: I was in love. I didn't eat anything else for the next eight years, until the day I decided to go wild and try Monster Munch. They had been a childhood treat, and they became my crisp of choice.

 

When I first got together with my boyfriend Gerald eight years ago, he cooked me a shepherd's pie, and wrote my initial in the mash. I was touched, but it didn't make me eat it. I ended up telling him all about my teenage eating problems and it helped him understand. I cook for Gerald and Luke, and at Christmas I have the whole family round for roast turkey and all the trimmings; I find cooking very satisfying, ironically.

 

Rationally, I know that my diet isn't healthy, but I'm not about to change it. At 31, it feels like it's too late; the damage is done. I feel I will always have issues with food. Hypnotherapy doesn't appeal – I tried it a few years back when I was concerned I was putting on weight and it put me off eating altogether, which wasn't great given my history.

 

Day to day, I'm fine. I don't get ill more often than anyone else, although my nails are weak and my gums bleed when I brush my teeth. The doctor has said I am anaemic but hasn't forced me to change my diet. I'm not underweight – I'm a size 12-14; family-size bags of crisps are pretty high in calories.

 

It works for me at the moment and I'll just keep plodding along until I decide maybe it's time for a change. I'm not embarrassed about it, but I do wonder why people think my crisp diet is so special.

Posted

This post is not viewable to guests.

You can sign in to your account at the login page here

If you do not have an account then you can register here

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    • No registered users viewing this page.
×
×
  • Create New...