Emotional Eating
Sometimes it feels like there's no rhyme or reason to the crazy baloney I do. Do you feel like that?
So last night, I go home and eat a regular, modest dinner. And then.... on comes the t.v. and out come the peanuts. The salty ones in the shell.
And I eat.
I pay no attention to how many.
And here's the deal: I'm not hungry.
I think I've been doing a lot of this. And it's not about check this food on and check this food off.
It's about feeling anxious, or conflicted.
I'm going to say it again just so I can hear myself say it. I want to be 173.
That's the goal.
Today 191.
I am struggling getting down to my comfortable 188.
Here's what I'm going to do about it.
And I eat.
I pay no attention to how many.
And here's the deal: I'm not hungry.
I think I've been doing a lot of this. And it's not about check this food on and check this food off.
It's about feeling anxious, or conflicted.
I'm going to say it again just so I can hear myself say it. I want to be 173.
That's the goal.
Today 191.
I am struggling getting down to my comfortable 188.
Here's what I'm going to do about it.
- Sit down with a sheet of paper and write stuff out.
That was a list of one on purpose. That's the one thing I'm going to do.
I'll get back to you with what comes from it.
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