Do you ever get into a slump, emotionally? The past ten days have been like that for me. We've been dealing with some difficult personal issues and I've felt sad, lonely, and depressed. I'm in a rut and I know it.
Not coincidentally, my ability to resist bad food has been weak too. I keep finding myself opening the pantry door, or staring into the fridge. I've never really considered myself an emotional eater, more like a social eater. But this morning as I was contemplating throwing my calorie range out the door for the day, I realized something. FOOD IS NOT GOING TO FILL ME UP. I'm empty inside, and food will not fill that hole. It will not give me courage and faith. It will not make me feel valuable and loved. It will not bring me happiness and peace. I know that... in theory. The application is a little tricky. When did food become a coping mechanism for me?