I am truly a stress eater. Wayne is having health issues and the only thing that helps me numb out, so I don't have to worry about it, is eating food.
I try not to. Every day I wake up with really good intentions, then something happens in my brain.......
I'll be at a check out line at a store, and just glance at the candy and then throw it in my cart. I quickly eat it as I drive home. I buy treats for "other" people, then eat it before the "others" even know about it. Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate.
Wow-- I'm just crazy!
I'm really noticing it this time though.
Food is like my one safe place to feel. It tastes good. It's like a friend.
I don't know how to feel about current life situations-- don't want to sort through feelings, don't know what to say, so I just eat instead.
I have a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat and I'm still hungry....not hungry really, but need comforting and food does that for me.
I'm writing about it this time , though, instead of searching the cupboards for the morsel that will really hit the spot.
I've been doing the cupboard crawl for days now, so writing may help.
I'm trying to be really honest with what's happening, but it's hard.