It’s been a rocky summer, with hassle factors ranging from routine to nerve-racking. Most recently, my husband had surgery, I got slated for a molar extraction and, today, our dog was diagnosed with cancer. It just dawned on me that if I ever needed proof that I’m not a stress eater, then overlaying our calendar of medical appointments against myfitnesspal food diary would be hard evidence.
Having been obese from toddlerhood (occasionally starving myself into the overweight category), I’ve been irritated by the prejudices of stereotyping – that being fat was merely attributable to laziness or junk food or stupidity. I’m here to testify that this girl ate because of the sensation of hunger (unbeknownst to me that carbohydrates were prodding my appetite). I eat now because of hunger. It’s just that now this hunger communicates radically differently.
I can understand that stress would affect blood sugar, and thus turning to carbs would feel like an uplifting sensation – a pretty darn logical way to self medicate. So, props to those who recognize the pattern and battle stress eating habits. You are heroic in my eyes.
Thanks for allowing me to vent some of my thoughts during this down moment. I know “better days are coming,” as my mom used to say. Since I’ve gone from 264# to 196# with relative ease (and I’m a ripe, old 62!), I look forward to not only brighter but lighter days ahead.
Wishing all of you less stress and more good times. KCKO