Boy, did I engage in some emotional eating this weekend. I have had a really rough few days and I handled them all wrong.
Usually, I try not to get too into my personal life on the blog. After all, I don’t know who the majority of you are that fill up all of the hits I get. So, it would be a little weird to treat this as a kind of diary, right? I’m assuming you come for the food and the fitness, not who I’m dating or what’s going on in my friendships, or anything like that. In this case, however, I feel that getting into it just a little bit may be really relevant to this blog, because my personal life directly affected my healthy living.
This past weekend, I lost something I cared about because I handled it poorly. Throughout the weekend, the more I became convinced that my own shortcomings were at fault for the situation in which I found myself, the more I ignored what my body was asking for. Though my body was clearly asking for fruits and vegetables, I instead listened to my head, which wanted to be numbed with things like pizza and chocolate. All weekend, I reached for carbs and sugar and wasn’t eating for hunger, but for distraction. In fact, I don’t think I was ever actually hungry this weekend. I was too busy putting crackers in my mouth to wait for hunger signals.
Way to practice what I preach, right?
I barely took any pictures of food this weekend (really, what was the point?), but I did manage to capture this cookie that Mark and I split.
Fitness was affected, too. Granted, Sundays are almost always my rest days, but I honestly spent the majority of yesterday in my bed, which means I was doing absolutely nothing active. On most rest days, I at least go for a walk. Nope. The only workout I got was when I pressed the buttons on my remote control for the next episode on my DVR to play.
What I really could have used was a good run, but, well, I couldn’t do that.
Fortunately, I’m making myself act like a big girl and not let this become a rut. I’m grateful for the structure of the workweek. It’s getting me back on track pretty nicely.
I didn’t fall asleep until almost 1 AM last night, so I turned off my alarm for the gym this morning, assuming that getting only 5 hours of sleep would just make me feel worse. However, I think I must have needed the workout and I think the universe was over me moping, because I literally woke up within two minutes of the time for which my alarm had previously been set.
And then, when I later went to Starbucks to pick up an oh-so-necessary Americano, they accidentally gave me a Venti instead of a Grande. Normally, that would be too much. Today, I really felt okay about it.
Anyway, I’m already feeling better because I managed to compromise my need for comfort foods with my need to be back on track in my breakfast this morning.
See? Healthy breakfast, full of fruit… but it tasted like dessert because the mix of the chocolate muffin and the vanilla yogurt were so reminiscent of cake.
Into the mix went:
- Vanilla 0% Chobani
- 3 strawberries, sliced
- 1/3 banana, sliced
- 1 Deep Chocolate VitaTop (I much preferred this one to the last flavor)
- 1 tsp White Chocolate Bliss peanut butter
Despite fairly easily getting back on track, I’m still not proud of how I reacted this weekend. Emotional distress should not lead to emotional eating. I feel like I took a few steps back.
I’m curious to hear all of your experience with this. How often do you succumb to emotional eating and how do you address it?