Basically, it goes like this...
- When I'm happy, I celebrate with eating
- When I'm sad, I self medicate with food
- When I'm stressed, I feel better with chocolate
- When something good happens, we go out to dinner
- When my favorite TV show is on, bring out the pretzels
Tomorrow... ahh, tomorrow... there is always tomorrow, yet tomorrow never seems to get here.
Why do I do this? Beats me, I mean, technically I feel better mid bite, but before I can brush the crumbs off my shirt, I am already thinking, "Why, did I eat that? I didn't need it". Then I walk by the pantry and hear the peanut butter calling my name.
How does emotional eating effect dieting?? Umm, hello, negatively!
Sure, I still blame those few extra lbs on baby weight (I know he's almost 2, don't judge me!), but I'm starting to think that those 4 cream puffs I just ate aren't helping anything either. I gained (gulp) 49lbs when I was pregnant. The 2 weeks after he was born I lost 30lbs (postpartum and breastfeeding will do that to you). A few of those lbs creeped back (mainly on my thighs, I think) and I am still about 25lbs or so heavier than I was pre-pregnancy... ugh... Let me be perfectly clear, I am by no means saying I'm fat, I am just not at my goal weight. Sometimes being a girl sucks! *We are always worrying about weight, makeup, fashion, shoes, skin care, being submissive little housewives... (haha!!! Now that I have set the feminist movement back a few years, I'll stop!)
*Disclaimer: Just to clarify, I was making a joke about the things we actually worry about, we are way more complex than that, I mean, I didn't even mention hair care... ;)
And now for a laugh (more cartoons I came across while searching for one to suit the topic):