One of my closest friends growing up went through a really horrible drug addiction in our 20s. She’s fortunately out the other side of it, and is beautifully honest and frank about it all. I remember her telling me that her every thought, and her plans for a day, and what she thought she could and couldn’t attend was based solely on her access to and ability to get, then consume drugs. She’d spend hours organising the logistics of a day out, or a dinner with family, really anything, to ensure she was never without her drug of choice.
Emmy is exactly the same with food. The preparation for flights and road trips like the idea she might spend 1 hour hungry would cause her genuine anguish. The control and having to prepare everything for her kids. The endless talking, planning, fondling, it’s a genuine addiction and must be SO boring to be anywhere near. When my kids ask me what’s for dinner at like 8am, I want to throttle them coz I haven’t even given it a second of thought yet. To have food food food food food on the brain the way she does makes me shudder.