I have decided that leftovers are the ultimate evil.

I usually cater meals very carefully to avoid leftovers. Because, really, what are leftovers for other than eating at a later point? A later point when you probably don't really need to be eating them?

We don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia as there was a distinct lack of starving pilgrims, Indians and the other necessary ingredients. But since my boy is a 'Merkin, we celebrate it in my household.

I made a lovely lunch for the pair of us yesterday. A tiny little roast turkey breast roll, enough vegies for two, macaroni and cheese (pre-packaged stuff that I would not let into the house on any other day), some fresh bread, a pumpkin pie I made with my own fair hands (and a pre-bought graham cracker crust and pumpkin pie filling from a local shop that imports US food), apple pie, ice cream and aerosol cream (something else that's usually never seen in my house, on pain of death).

Despite my best efforts, there was still a chunk of turkey, some of the bread, a huge bowl of mac 'n cheese, 3/4 of the pumpkin pie and half the apple pie as well as most of the aerosol cream left afterwards.

Now, I also have fabulous salad stuff in the fridge along with a host of delicious, sensible things I could have for lunch today. But no, what did I do? I ate the rest of the turkey on the still fresh bread, buttered of course, and started shovelling in cold macaroni and cheese straight from the bowl until sanity intervened.

And let's not forget the morning business meeting with my American partner who just had to have a slice of pumpkin pie because he forgot it was Thanksgiving yesterday and hasn't had pumpkin pie in ages. And what sort of host would I be if I didn't join him in having a piece? And would you like aerosol cream with that?

I could not resist the siren's call of the leftovers. I just could not help myself. I left perfectly good food in the fridge in favour of stuff that I should have thrown out yesterday.

Bugger.

Mind you, my body is still on a mindless search for nutrients at the moment. My last entry wasn't emotional eating at all. It was my body screaming for some decent food now that my digestive system has calmed down. I've probably gained back .8kg (1.7lb) of the crazy 1.9kg (4.1lb) I lost last week. I'm happy with that, the loss was unhealthy (remember, any more than 1% of your current bodyweight per week is probably a bad idea, I lost more than double that!), but if I keep this sort of eating up, I'll gain it all back and more.

Something to watch out for now that the silly season is in full swing.

In better news, I'm feeling much better about life, the universe and everything. The supplements and some St John's Wort are helping address the exhaustion and the depression and I can eat normally again. I've lost the dizziness, so I'm restarting my exercise this weekend. So it's back to our usually programming next week. Mari Winsor, look out, I'm coming for you!