Oh no I''m getting really worried now. What''s happened to Shoegirl - come back we need you! (and haway''s naughty humour and pixy''s wisdom and dry humour and everyone else - we all learn from each other)x
Truth is Angie potatoes became my emotional crutch to get through the roller coaster of divorce.
I moved house so I could have a potato field at the end of my garden. I never thought the carby starch of potatoes would let me down.
That was until a sweet potato came into my life. If I wanted swede I would have asked for it you see. I''m still getting over the trauma and the potato field at the end of my garden is a constant painful reminder of what used to be. My spade is redundant and a cruel reminder of the joyous hours spent in the field digging up fresh potatoes for me tea.
Now I just have fish with no chips. Sausage and no mash. Everything is half of what it used to be and I am bereft.
The thing is, Shoes, that if you let this fear dominate your life, you will end up looking back on a life half lived. With help from the wonderful wikis you can find the courage to get through this, one chip at a time. Counselling might help. A good counsellor will help you ask yourself not "how did I end up like this" but "how did I allow myself to be betrayed so totally by an edible tuber". You are worth so much more than a diet without a significant source of carbohydrate. Have faith.