Through the Seasons

I feel, therefore I eat

I am such an emotional eater.  How I’ve been this way all my life without becoming big as a barn I’ll never know.

Today I’ve been in some sort of a funk.  I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones, a sad book I read today, or just the fact that I’m a woman.  No matter what it is, my reaction made me realize my emotional eating tendency. 

Every time the sense of sadness hit I thought, “I want chocolate,” or, “I want Mexican for dinner,” or “I want a high-carb meal for dinner.”  I mean – carby, ooey, gooey, and yummy.  Because somehow that’s supposed to help…

So where does this come from and how do you get rid of it?  I sure have no idea.  No wonder the food thing was so hard in Africa.  When an emotional eater feels icky in any way they need comfort food.  I’m just going to have to change my comfort food desires from American to African. 

Wait.  I should be getting rid of the tendency to eat instead of feel shouldn’t I.  Right.  That’s what I meant…