The first two weeks after Sylvie died I could barely eat. My husband had to almost force me to eat. Finally after her service I started to get back my appetite and I swear since then I haven't been able to stop eating sweets. With the exception of today I haven't eaten too much "regular food", which typically is healthy, but have been going to town on sweets. I made peanut butter blossom cookies yesterday and I think I've eaten about a dozen so far today. I had to get into bed so I wouldn't eat any more!
It just feels like another part of my life that is out of control. The only part of my life that seems to be in control is exercising. I've been exercising almost every day for the past two weeks and with all this exercising the scale hasn't budged. Tonight during pilates class I almost burst into tears because I'm not as physically strong as I used to be pre-pregnancy.
Maybe it is PMS. Or just parts of my life spiraling out of control.