The Lost Art of Emotional Eating
Ally Bloomer
Well, my name is Alison (aged somewhere between 30 and 40 - closer to the 40 alas) and I am an editor of a health magazine. I started my blog nearl...
Food has certainly been my friend in the past five years as I have navigated through the new world of special needs parenting.
Bad day - biscuit or three.
No sleep – pieces of hot buttery toast.
Child not feeding – some ice cream.
DLA form to fill in - whole chocolate cake.
I know it is not great (and so does my waistline) and I’ll have little bursts of fitness where I’ll begin to feel like my old self.
Then a crisis will hit and I’ll hit the crisps.
There is a reason why it is called comfort food after all.
As my little boy gets older and heavier, I want to be healthier and stronger so that I can stick around as long as possible to look after him.This means I need to take better care of myself.
So how to break this unhealthy cycle of reaching for the biscuit tin every time I feel stressed, scared or even bored?
I know it is not going to be easy, but I need to give it a shot for myself and my family.
Here’s what I have learnt so far:
I need to know what my triggers are. For me lack of sleep is my biggest trigger for eating more. Although I can’t control the former, I can try to control the latter by recognising this will be a harder day.I need to recognise the difference between emotional hunger and physical hunger. And how emotional eating will never leave me feeling satisfied.
Once the cheesecake has gone – the emotion will still be there.
But I get to add guilt for stuffing my face to it.
I need to keep only healthy snacks in the house – apparently emotional hunger only wants fatty-type foods.
Keeping a diary of what I have eaten will help.
Too often, I will mindlessly eat and not know how much I have consumed in a day.
Writing it down shocks me and makes me more aware of what I am putting in my mouth the next day.
Too often I will eat a chocolate bar and then wonder where it has gone as I didn’t even taste it.
What a waste.
If I try to control the urge to gorge when it hits by waiting five minutes, hopefully the urge will pass.I am going to try and walk for a bit each day to clear my head of any built up stress and hopefully increase this exercise routine each day.
I certainly need to slowly change my mind set and realise that I don’t need food to help me cope.
That I can manage all my emotions one day at a time without a tasty crutch.
It is time to look around and see there are plenty of ways to get comfort and pleasure.
More date nights, spending time with friends, reading a book, a bubble bath or laughing with the children.
Most importantly, I need to start believing that I am worth it.
