I know that I usually share recipes and fun stuff on this blog, but tonight… I feel like I have to take it down a notch. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow, but for tonight, I need to share.
Tonight, I had a rough night. I got some news that I wasn’t expecting. Not terrible news, just disappointing.
Good News: I was already in pajamas when the news came in. Bad News: Even pajamas didn’t make me feel better.
Dinner was just around the corner, and unfortunately, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I wanted to eat. And, none of them were good.
Chinese food sounded awesome. Especially the RICE.
Italian food also sounded amazing.
Like the REAL deal with a big hunk of bread and a glass of wine.
NOTE: I do know that JC has similar meals available, but know that I had ZERO interest in those meals. I wanted the bad stuff.
Instead of eating the bad stuff, well… I sat down and had two bags of Jenny Craig Cheese Curls. I know that doesn’t sound that horrible. But, the habit of eating when you’re sad is one I need to continue to work on.
Before I started Jenny Craig last year, I read a book about Emotional Eating that REALLY made me think about my eating habits. There was a LOT of things in the book that I could relate to. The triggers for when I ate. The feelings that I would stuff down with food. And, that numb feeling you feel when you eat too much.
I ate when I was lonely. I ate when I was sad. I ate when I felt fat. Bottom line: I ate.
I wish I could say that I’ve completely conquered this. I still have slip-ups, like today… but I try to think about what it’s worth to me before I grab the fork. I also think of how much less I’d have to eat on other days and how much I’d have to workout to burn off excess. It’s just not worth it.
If you’re an emotional eater too…. the doughnut never REALLY makes you feel better. When you’ve eaten that ring o’ dough, the issue is still there.
I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary with Jenny Craig. My plan is to try to conquer this in year two. Eating her way through life was the old me, and I refuse to allow it to be the way the new me lives.
How do you tackle emotional eating?
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