It’s the stuff we tend to associate with being cold, tired, maybe miserable, maybe ill, and sometimes even also really hungry. Times when we need comfort.
How often, as a child, feeling some or all of the above were the first associations of mother, comfort and food created that will linger on into adulthood?
What is it in our makeup that gets us dreaming of food, usually of the more fattening kind, when we are not feeling at our best? Stressed, ill, miserable, lonely.
Maybe instead of dieting for overweight we should be at a psychologist/hypnotist learning the secrets of our cravings and substituting them with something else? Substitute with what? Sex maybe?
Oops, yes we know who did that, Mr Strauss-Khan among others, and it gets them into serious trouble sometimes.
Maybe I’ll stick with hot chocolate.