After my night of binging on a small vegetarian pizza, I feel ill. It really is true when they say "You are what you eat"... because right now I feel like shit. Good thing it was only a small... because it's completely gone. I have a major eating disorder and it's controlling my life. Food is all I think about... it's my drug of choice... it's my enemy. I hate myself today... no more pizza... it's time to block them from my computer.
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Showing posts with label emotional eating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotional eating. Show all posts
Saturday, 18 September 2010
What's Wrong With Me?
Why am I waking up so early on a weekend?! The fur-baby didn't meow me awake. I just woke up with the worst headache, and such a dry mouth. I was bad last night... I had pizza. I feel so disgusted and disappointed in myself. I haven't had any junk food for quite some time, but I couldn't resist it. I sure felt my mistake this morning... I feel so dehydrated from the sodium. I haven't been eating anything high in sodium, and I haven't been using salt.
After my night of binging on a small vegetarian pizza, I feel ill. It really is true when they say "You are what you eat"... because right now I feel like shit. Good thing it was only a small... because it's completely gone. I have a major eating disorder and it's controlling my life. Food is all I think about... it's my drug of choice... it's my enemy. I hate myself today... no more pizza... it's time to block them from my computer.
After my night of binging on a small vegetarian pizza, I feel ill. It really is true when they say "You are what you eat"... because right now I feel like shit. Good thing it was only a small... because it's completely gone. I have a major eating disorder and it's controlling my life. Food is all I think about... it's my drug of choice... it's my enemy. I hate myself today... no more pizza... it's time to block them from my computer.
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September 18, 2010
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Saturday, 11 September 2010
Tame Emotional Eating
When weight loss professionals discuss emotional eating, you hear a lot of talk about stimulus control, stress management techniques, and cognitive reframing. This is all well and good (and you’ll be hearing some of that here), but it doesn’t quite capture the actual experience of being caught up in an episode of emotional eating. In a recent post on one of the Message Boards that I follow, a member got much closer to capturing the experience when she described it as “waking up the Slumbering Beast” we have inside us.
This really is what it feels like, at least in my experience. You’re doing OK, cruising along, when suddenly something happens that stirs up a bunch of feelings, and all of a sudden the Beast is awake and eating everything it can get its hands on. Or maybe it isn’t always that dramatic—maybe you just get bored, or start feeling a little anxious because there is nothing going on to distract you from that vague sense of impending doom that always seems to be lurking just under the surface. Even that little bit of free-floating anxiety can be enough to wake the Beast up and set it on the prowl for something to eat. Or it might be as simple as getting home from work or school, or finding yourself alone for a little while, after a hard day. Whatever the trigger might be, the Beast isn’t about to go back to sleep without doing some serious eating first. Or so the story normally goes.
This really is what it feels like, at least in my experience. You’re doing OK, cruising along, when suddenly something happens that stirs up a bunch of feelings, and all of a sudden the Beast is awake and eating everything it can get its hands on. Or maybe it isn’t always that dramatic—maybe you just get bored, or start feeling a little anxious because there is nothing going on to distract you from that vague sense of impending doom that always seems to be lurking just under the surface. Even that little bit of free-floating anxiety can be enough to wake the Beast up and set it on the prowl for something to eat. Or it might be as simple as getting home from work or school, or finding yourself alone for a little while, after a hard day. Whatever the trigger might be, the Beast isn’t about to go back to sleep without doing some serious eating first. Or so the story normally goes.
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