In case any of you were unsure, they don't lead anywhere but to misery.
Let me tell you a story about a very bad dieter...
This morning Chris had to be out of the house at 6am to get to West Springfield for exactly 7am because he was leading a group from his work, including his boss - the CFO, on a road trip for a few days. Whenever I know that there is an extremely important event to get up for, like an airplane, meeting, etc., I can't sleep because I am terrified of missing my alarm (which happens far too often). I was wide awake at 4am to make sure I could get Chris up at 5. He left a few minutes after 6am with his directions, GPS system, and van keys in hand. I was getting ready to go back to bed and cuddle with my baby when Dad laughs and says, "So, does Chris usually leave his suitcase at home when he goes for a three day trip?!"
I frantically pick up the phone and try to call him for 5 minutes knowing full well that the ringer was turned off because last night I tried to call him after he sent me to the grocery store to get something different for supper because he didn't want what I was planning and he never answered. I knew the only thing I could do was drive the suitcase to West Springfield and he would realize he didn't have it when he got out of the car and hopefully he would call me so that I could tell him to wait until I got there.
I dashed out of the house about 10 minutes after he left still wearing my nightgown under my coat without having brushed my hair or my teeth. He did realize his mistake and he did call. I got there about 10 minutes past 7 at which time his boss came over to the car to introduce himself and as you can imagine, I am not only frazzled and angry with my husband but also extremely mortified to have met his boss in the state that I was in. I left the parking lot determined to find a McDonalds to stop and get breakfast at since I had not eaten before leaving the house.
I have not eaten McDonalds in 4 months but my usual order came right out of my mouth when I pulled up to the drive thru - Bacon, Egg and Cheese Bagel meal, a large diet coke, and a large orange juice. I tore open my sandwich with zeal, took two bites and realized how disgusted I was. Not only with myself but with the sandwich - the bagel was burnt, it had some weird sauce on it, and the egg was cold. I threw it, the hash brown and the orange juice away.
I fell right back into my old habit of stress eating. When I'm angry I want to eat. When I'm stressed I want to eat. When I'm depressed, lonely, happy, tired - I want to eat. It's a defense mechanism that I need to change. I stuff down my emotions, bury them under a mountain of food and hope that they cant rise to the top. The hardest part of all of this for me is knowing and expressing myself without the food.
It's not just a diet - it's therapy. It's a challenge. It's a journey
2 comments:
Well, Katie, it was a very unpleasant experience, but hopefully in a month or so you'll look back at it and laugh.
But you did learn a valuable lesson about stress eating. The first step to combatting a problem is to face it and admit that it is a problem, and you did that! Hats off to you for throwing that junky, unhealthy food away!! It took alot of courage to do that! You should be very proud of yourself!
I'm sorry, but I did chuckle a little when I read the part about how you met Chris's boss. It sounded like something you'd see in a movie! Chris owes you BIG TIME!!!!!
I did the same thing except it was on the way to gymnastics with Rahni and it was 2 hamburgers and a filet o Fish. I didn't throw it away and I have been paying for it for a couple days. I stress eat as well and I have a real hard time stopping or saying no. Kodos for you to have the strength to stop!
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