This picture represents my emotional eating. Yes, it is a real picture taken by my hubby and my then six-year old son in 2007 in a desperate attempt to help me. I was OUT OF CONTROL! (and angry when I found the pix…I had wondered what happened to the donuts!)
I understand emotional eating first-hand. I grew up in a Jewish family where EVERYTHING revolved around food. I learned early on that I could eat when I was happy, excited, sad, angry, stressed, celebrating…well, you get the point. Oh yea, plus we ate at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I carried that practice into my adult life.
As a result, I have gained and lost the same 20 lbs more times than I can remember.
I am on an on-going quest to discover the root of my emotional eating. Sometimes it has been emotionally painful. Sometimes it has been uncomfortable. Sometimes it has been exciting. Always it has been EMPOWERING!
Have I won this battle? Nope. I don’t know that it is a battle to win. It is a battle that I can control, however, one day at a time. I have the tools through BeachBody and the best support system in place that a girl can ask for.
I’m flushing that toilet!
(I’m reposting this from my old blog because it’s a constant struggle for me and STILL relevant.)