Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I often wonder where the the idea that I could find comfort in food first came from. I can remember eating a whole pan of brownies when I was 11 (much to the dimay of my mother), so clearly it had to have come about at an early age. Why did I choose food instead of say my favorite teddy bear or blanket. My parents aren't emotional eaters (at least not that I can recall. If they were they kept it well hidden), nor is anyone in my immediate family but me. Perhaps it is purly a result of the stress of my childhood leading to cravings for high carbs (in preparation for fight or flight). However, if stress were the only cause everyone would be emotional eaters. I've been doing better at resisting the urge to stuff my face recently, but every now and again it still rears it's ugly head and I find myself consuming way more food than I should. Perhaps one day I will finally rid myself of this particular monkey on my back, but for now I am forced to battle it one craving at a time.