Even though I have made up my mind to stick to the program and succeed, I still find myself wrestling the same old demons that have always driven my weight gain. I am an emotional eater…no that doesn’t mean I sit in a corner crying into a box of empty donuts or hug the cook at McDonald’s when I get a Big Mac. What this means for me is I eat when I have emotional extremes. I reach for food to comfort myself or to reward myself. If I am really happy, depressed, angry, frustrated, bored or just plain blah, I reach for food to give me some sort of emotional companionship.
I have no idea when this started really, I think it was in my early childhood when I first had issues with my weight. I went from being this frail, meek little kid who spent some time in the hospital with various ailments to being a fat kid who needed food for friendship. I don’t actively remember over-eating as a child, but I must have because about the time I turned 10 I had ballooned up quite a bit.
Well, where ever those demons came from, the urges to reach for food in times of emotional peak, they are still with me and I know I need to conquer them before I can have a decent quality of life where my weight is concerned. Yesterday was a good example. I had a frustrating day at work and I wanted to come home, sit down on the couch and veg in front of the television for a while before dealing with the kids, dinner or whatever else that would be chaotic. Instead, I get home and find my wife watching some foo-foo, chick TV shows she has recorded on the DVR. This is something we battled about periodically. On top of that, the kids where being a pain in the butt and I was just not in the mood for any of it. I retired to my den to surf the web just to find that I couldn’t bear to look at a computer after spending all day staring at one.
At this point, I should have jumped on my mountain bike, gone for a walk or found something active to do to release that stress and to move myself away from the demons hiding in the kitchen. But I found myself in the kitchen digging around and when I realized what I was doing, I figured I would put the time to good use and instead of snacking, fix myself a lean and green for the following day. I cooked up some shrimp and asparagus and finished up. But, I still had no where to go to properly veg so I stayed in the kitchen and I fixed myself some oatmeal. It is here I realize I’m not eating out of hunger but for emotional reasons, because after finishing the oatmeal, I kept looking for more food to stuff in my face.
Frustrated, I found myself digging a bag of frozen turkey meatballs out of the freezer and cooking up about 5 of them. Now although these pre-cooked little goodies are lean turkey meat, low fat and fairly low calorie, I had already consumed my lean and green for the day and shouldn’t have been eating them. The frustration of the day got to me and I found myself eating, not because I was hungry in the least but because it was the only way to let go of my days emotions without taking them out on someone else.
Again, I know the better course of action would have been to exercise, but if I’m being perfectly honest, the last thing I feel like doing after 8 stressful hours at the office and a 45 minute drive in traffic is exercising. I will have to work on finding another release so I don’t let the demons in the kitchen pull me into their evil grip.