I don’t talk about it often but I have an addiction. My addiction is not to alcohol or drugs but to food. Laugh if you must but it is real. I have been addicted to food for a while and I also have an issue with binge eating as well. I don’t talk much about it because most people don’t believe in it. The past few days for whatever reason have been really hard on me emotionally. In the past year and a half I have done really well with keeping track of these emotions and not allowing them to get the best of me but not the past two days. I have not quite hit the binge eating but I can feel myself going there. I certainly am using food though to comfort the emotional trouble I am having. Hence the term relapse.
I am between clients right now and I drove to WaWa (there is one way too close to my office). I got coffee, no biggie well I also got Skittles, now I know I am not really hungry. How do I know this. I ate at 12pm, I ate again at 2pm (high protein food) and then I ate 2 snacks before my 3:30pm even came in. I know that eating isn’t going to do anything expect cause me to spiral even further but right now it is where I am at. I did work out today and I know I am within my calories to eat the Skittles but it is not the point. Candy has been my go to when emotional eating and when binge eating.
I am not asking for anyone’s sympathy, I am just putting this out there to hold myself accountable. I know this rabbit hole is not good it is far from good and if I go to close I will fall in and I fear not getting out. As much as a part of me wants to give up and just keep eating, the other part of me knows that it will not help me to feel better.
Today also would have been my parents wedding anniversary were they still married and my nieces birthday is in 4 days. We no longer have contact with my nieces (since my brother’s death) and I think that is where a lot of this emotion is coming from. I have no control over these situations and I am not a fan of not having control. In addition my training sessions at the gym come to an end in two weeks and a part of me is scared to stop. I am just finding a grove again with strength training and given that I might be injured (going to the doctor on the 25th) that is all I can really do to work out.
And with that I know where all the emotion is coming from. Not able to run, scared of what is not in my control, missing my family, overwhelmed with work (what else is new) and trying to do too much as a mom/parent volunteer. Time to take a deep breath and reevaluate the situation. Oh and I didn’t eat the entire bag of skittles.