Why is it that food seems to be such a comfort for me?
It's not like we had alot of it when I was a kid. We were never in short supply either. I guess you could say, "it was just right", to quote GoldiLocks. Mom was never there when I got home from school. Welcome to the world of a latch key kid. So there weren't any cookies and milk. No big family meals. Not even extended family. I am an only lonely. Could it be that food was my friend? Something to talk to and play with? Something to drive away the lonely's?
What is it about food that just draws me to it. It's like a magnet. I'll find myself at work just standing in front of that stupid vending machine. With all the garish colors calling to me. I know that there is nothing in that machine that is good or remotely healthy for me. But if I got a little jingle in my pocket you can bet that it will be clinking into that machine before my break is done. Why, even after I have packed a good lunch will I still crave the crinkly sound of the wrapper being opened? The feel of the package in my hand. I'll try not to take any money to work with me. I'll sometimes end up borrowing money to feed my habit. I'll even leave the money in the car, parking far away from the building. Even that won't deter me. I wish that they would put the packages in backwards. That way I could see the calorie content before I am commited to it. 'Cuz once I spend the money I can't "waste" it right? At least that was what mom always said. "Don't waste food it costs too much. " If she only knew then what the prices would be today maybe she wouldn't have pushed so hard for me to clean my plate.
I'll tell myself that I am not going to buy anything while I am on break. But just as I am stuffing the last bite of that Red Zinger into my pie hole the guilt will set in. It's a good thing that I don't like to throw up. 'Cuz at that point of the game I really feel like I could. Sometimes wish I would, if nothing else to get rid of the guilt. There is no way that I could ever be anorexic. I love food way to much to not eat it. That is quite obvious or I wouldn't be in this boat!
So what is the deal? Why can't I seem to control this one area of my life. I want to have an iron grip on it. I want to be able to walk right past the doughnuts and pizza and say "No Thanks". I want to eat what I want and not feel guilty for it afterwards. Knowing that I over-indulged yet again. Why? Why do I continue to do this to myself?
Most times now when I eat something that I know is just not healthy for me, like that entire bag of Reese's Pieces, ahem, 500 cals in that one I will just shovel it in as fast as I can. Like someone is going to come along and take them away. And it won't even taste good. And I will once again be questioning my resolve.
You know what the really sad thing is? Even if I had 1/2 a notion (and somedays it would seem I have more than 1/2 if eating habits has anything to do with it) to throw the towel in, I couldn't really do it. Not this time.
I've learned too much this time. Like how many calories makes a pound (3500 thank you very much) and how much I really should be eating. No more than 1800 calories if I want to lose weight. Plus add in protein and fiber. Don't forget the water. And all the exercise. Ohhhhh the exercise. Hurts so much but feels so good afterwards.
I just know too much now. I can't just "forget" everything I have learned.
I've been at it too long this time. I have invested too much of myself physically, mentally and spiritially this time.
I can't just go and be a mindless auto-matron eating it all up at the local buffet. Those days are over.
What is it that drives me to use food as a comfort? I am not sure if there is any one thing that drives me there but I do know this for sure I've been at this long enough now that I just may figure it out before it is too late. 'Cuz I have learned too much...........this time.
And for once too much is a good thing.