We've all done it. Emotional eating. I know I eat at the end of my day, even if it's 9pm. After I get home from a late class, I want to unwind. I use food. I'm bored. I don't have to work, I'm chilling in front of the television, and if it wasn't so late, I would sit down and have a proper meal. But because it is past a normal dinner hour for me, I have a 'little' of something like a small bowl of soup, a slice of Manna bread with hummus or butter, thinking that will be enough. And it never is. I'm not satisfied and I need something more. So I continue to nibble. And nibble . . . and nibble.
And now I'm facing a new feeling. I'm sick to my stomach from emotion. And I don't want to, can't, eat. Food is not appealing at all. Maybe some dark chocolate (and I found a new fave from Trader Joe's . . . the Dark Chocolate Lover's 85% Cocoa Bar. AMAZING.) I don't know what to do. Although in a sick twisted way, I'm thinking "Oh yay! I don't have an appetite!" The truth is, I would do anything to not feel as sad as I do right now.
So I make some green tea to help me get 'up' for class. We'll see if that helps. I thought maybe writing about the opposite of what I normally do some good. Which is obsess about food. I can't even think about it now. Quite a switch.