For me going crazy means chocolate, cereal and pizza.
In the past I have allowed myself 1-2weeks per year of pure junk food. Usually on my binge weeks the lack of substance in my diet results in me getting grumpy and irritable – imagine a tired toddler.
This time I decided to up the anti and do a whole month of allowing myself a few extra bowls of chocolate cereal.
This time I had taken it too far. I’ll be the first to say “My name is Imani and I am an addict.”
The usual mood swings from the highs and lows of sugar would hit me on a daily basis.
But then shit got real, excuse my French.
I was in the cinema with a friend and midway through the film I started to get really, really hot. I then got really, really dizzy.
This is not normal.
I decided to go to toilet. Barely able to make my way down the stairs, I reached the exit. Only to find that I was sitting on the floor. A loud buzz in my ears and everything shaking inside my head.
I manage to stand up and use my weight to push the door open. Only to walk a few steps and then find myself falling slow motion back to the floor.
The next thing I know I was in the bathroom, again on the floor. I splash cold water on my face, other ladies look at me like I’m a mad woman.
I finally have enough energy to slowly walk out of the bathroom and find a member of staff, a few minutes later and I was fine.
Kids, please remember to eat your greens.
Mamma, Pappa I hope you don’t read this! If you do, please don’t shout at me…