My last blog was more of a stream of consciousness. Welcome to my brain! Scary place, I'm sure.
I wanted to share the realization that I had. Yes, I emotionally eat. Really happy or feeling sad, I like to eat. I like to "reward" myself. When I sat down to write that blog I was dreaming of indulging in some chocolate ice cream of any sort possible. Yet, once I had finished the blog, the desire was gone. I actually went to bed afterwards. I didn't want it anymore.
That reaction got me to thinking...writing is my distraction. It's a little surprising given all of my hobbies of reading, sewing, etc. Writing is not something that I have ever pursued with a purpose...until recently. Personal events in the past have motivated to try my hand at some writing: short stories, novels, blogs...
I believe each person has an outlet that they can use to distract themselves from their temptations knocking on their doors. And when I say temptations, I mean more than just food. Writing, for me, pulls me mentally away from any spiraling path that my brain seems to insist on pulling me down. Ever feel like that? Like your mind has decided on a thought pattern and it won't shut up!
What is that hobby or past time for you? If it's exercising, I am eternally jealous (but only a little since I'm not a fan of working out). You might enjoy writing like I do, or jewelry making, or it could be as simple as watching a movie. Whatever it may be, I strongly suggest you find that interest that bumps your brain away from your obsession and into a higher/different level of thinking.
In the meantime, I am trying to lose some weight to feel a little better about myself. But I don't want to listen to anyone about "You have to eat this or that." What if I don't want to go without carbs for ten days? I'm a Taurus, so I can very stubborn when I want to be. And this is one area where I want to be. In the past I had a very restrictive diet, so I'm on this kick of "You can't tell me what to eat!" But it's been about two and a half weeks. Not long I know, but I've been working out 4-5 times a week. Nothing huge...just 20 minutes three days of the week and 45 minutes two days a week. But I'm moving. And I'm resisting sugar, fried foods, and fast food. So far, it's going fairly well. My pants fit more comfortably, so I guess that's a good sign. I'm now in the phase where I'm not sure that it's worth it, because I'm not seeing fast enough results. But I'm going to turn away from quitting so soon.
Which is why you find me writing this morning. See where I'm going with this?
