We woke up early at the youth hostel and went looking for breakfast. Nearby we found a rather posh looking cafe which turned out to do an extremely good cooked breakfast. One of the group, who was suffering the after effects of the night before, ordered eggs Benedict with spinach and only ate half of it. I was asked if I wanted to finish her meal. I really didn't need to but felt I was expected to.
When we got home, at lunchtime, I found some cold pizza in the fridge. After eating one and a half breakfasts I didn't really need to eat it although I did feel a bit peckish. I wonder if that was just because the clock said it was lunchtime. Probably because I knew this was compulsive eating I ate it secretly.
I ate couscous pizza with the rest of the family at dinner time.
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