The question of the week is .... is what I typically partake in (on a nightly/daily basis) emotional eating? The answer is ...................... yep.
Darn.
I thought I had all my emotions folded up neatly and put away ... and then this pops up.
I starting thinking about it one day when I was poking around the fat on various parts of my body wondering why in the WORLD I can't lose weight. I've been trying to eat better and work out 4-5 times a week. I did a really darn good job of it for about 6 weeks and then when I wasn't seeing the results I wanted I began to retreat back to the hot fudge and whipped cream desserts of my past.
What is it about that stuff that draws me back in? Why can't I just stick with the things that I know will help me eliminate the dreaded muffin top?
What is it I ask? Emotions.
Gag.
Food is good. Food is comforting. Food is my friend when I feel like I don't have any. Food is the other friend that is invited to a meeting with a real friend. Food. Food. Food.
This is a huge issue for me ... and millions of other women in the world (including Oprah). So I know I'm not alone in this. I just don't want to deal with it.
I don't want to deal with the fact that 99% of the time I eat, at home, when I'm not even kinda hungry because I'm alone and I actually realize I am alone. I don't want to deal with the fact that I cook food on the weekends because I like to pretend what it would be like to cook for a family. And I really don't want to have to deal with the fact that the food gives me moments of complete joy in the middle of times that I am greatly lacking in that department.
I don't want to deal with it. But I have to.
I have to face the facts and deal with it. And I will. I'll deal with it.
I just don't want to.
Darn.
I thought I had all my emotions folded up neatly and put away ... and then this pops up.
I starting thinking about it one day when I was poking around the fat on various parts of my body wondering why in the WORLD I can't lose weight. I've been trying to eat better and work out 4-5 times a week. I did a really darn good job of it for about 6 weeks and then when I wasn't seeing the results I wanted I began to retreat back to the hot fudge and whipped cream desserts of my past.
What is it about that stuff that draws me back in? Why can't I just stick with the things that I know will help me eliminate the dreaded muffin top?
What is it I ask? Emotions.
Gag.
Food is good. Food is comforting. Food is my friend when I feel like I don't have any. Food is the other friend that is invited to a meeting with a real friend. Food. Food. Food.
This is a huge issue for me ... and millions of other women in the world (including Oprah). So I know I'm not alone in this. I just don't want to deal with it.
I don't want to deal with the fact that 99% of the time I eat, at home, when I'm not even kinda hungry because I'm alone and I actually realize I am alone. I don't want to deal with the fact that I cook food on the weekends because I like to pretend what it would be like to cook for a family. And I really don't want to have to deal with the fact that the food gives me moments of complete joy in the middle of times that I am greatly lacking in that department.
I don't want to deal with it. But I have to.
I have to face the facts and deal with it. And I will. I'll deal with it.
I just don't want to.
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