Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever make peace with food. I’m a stress-eater. It’s something I’ve battled my entire life. I suppose it could be worse. I could be a stress-drinker or a stress-smoker or a stress-drug-taker.
Food is relatively harmless when you think of it like that.
Still, food has the power to make or break my day because when I stress-eat I feel better as long as I am chewing but once I’m done I feel terrible, weak, like a total failure.
Stress-eating affects both mental and physical health. It’s not funny. It’s not an amusing scene from a “chick flick”. I really hate seeing scenes like that.
In the movie That Old Feeling Molly and her mom Lily drown their sorrows in lots and lots of food. Article continues after this video.
Logically I know that stress-eating isn’t a good idea. I know I’m going to feel like crap afterwards. Still, I can’t stop it from happening.
My weight is reasonable so I could probably just accept that sometimes I stress-eat, forgive myself and then move on. At least that’s what my therapist says to do. There are two things that bother me about that advice.