Wow -- new way of thinking
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Yesterday it became clear to me how much I rely on food for comfort, and it was like reality smacking me on the head. I've always eaten under stress -- I think a lot of us do -- but I guess I never really understood how much I need food to cope.
I've been having a tough week. I'm coming down with a cold; my husband is out of town; our 3-year-old is getting over an upper respiratory infection, and I am hungry and just starting soft foods, so I am just craving solid food. Yesterday I got a call that my mom was admitted to the hospital and was in the ICU. I can't go see her because I am sick and they don't want my germs in the ICU. On top of that, my son kept waking up screaming all night that his ear hurt. So, I had to miss work to take him to the doctor for the 3rd time in 2 weeks. The absolutely first thing I wanted to do when I found out about my mom was get a double cheeseburger. It was like a reflex. I was upset and I thought, "Well, I'll stop and get a burger on the way home, and that will make me feel better." Then I realized I can't do that. I was so frustrated I could have cried, but that moment made me realize very clearly how important I have made food. A few weeks ago, I would have realized I was using the food for comfort, but would have rationalized it by telling myself I really was hungry and should have something comforting to make myself feel better.
Thankfully, my mom is doing better; my son got some eardrops for his ear pain, and I survived without the cheeseburger crutch. I do miss the cheeseburger, but I guess it's time to face life without the food crutches.