I was going to write an incredible blog. It was either going to be about how I gave up red meat or that I find it hard to understand the world we live in where people die from obesity related diseases and others die from starvation.
However, I want to talk quickly about emotional eating. Ironically I have blogged about it before (almost a year ago in fact) and you can read about it here.
I really dislike Monday’s (it is Monday in New Zealand)…I think I am channelling my inner Garfield. Whilst I was a little grumpy I still managed to make some awesome choices about food.
I chose not to drink the bottle of V Drink that my husband bought me
I had a healthy breakfast that included yummy peaches, low fat milk and Special K
I drunk 750ml of water
Then 10am hit and then something happened that turned my morning on its butt! I went on a quick emotional eating roller coaster and ate….a flipping chocolate brioche.
Even now I am just rolling my eyes. Why did I bury my feelings with food? Do I feel better? Barely.
I know better than this. I should have just taken myself outside and gone for a walk around the block and not a walk to the closest café for ‘comfort’ food.
I think that perhaps when I feel the need to emotional eat then I just need to drink a huge glass of water and take a time out and have a re: scream or cry.
So for the rest of the day I am going to choose healthy choices and not beat myself up for falling off the wagon. I am better than this. My body deserves better than this.
What do you do instead of emotional eating?