Emotional eating
I did it again. It's been a while since I last ate because of stress. May 14th to be exact (aren't diaries wonderful?

). My fiance has been out of town for a week and that's been hard. I went on a road trip on Saturday and that was tiring. Then I had crazy nightmares Saturday night. My weight has been going up all week and for no obvious reason. So by the time Sunday rolled around, I just wanted to sit on the couch and do nothing. So that's what I did. I adjusted my eating plan for the day to accommodate my complete lack of desire for movement.
And them my mother called. I love my mom. I really do. Our relationship has improved 10 fold since I was a teenager. But she still has the ability to say things that completely crush my spirit. Normally, I can just brush off her comments, but I was vulnerable yesterday.
She is also overweight - actually she is in the obese category. We weigh about the same but I'm 5'10" and she's just shy of 5'5". When I was thinner, I tried to help her lose weight but she refuses to write down what she eats, hates to exercise and complains every last step of the way. Not fun to deal with. As I've gained weight over the past few years, she has made some really nasty comments. I know that most likely she just doesn't want me to fall into a lifetime of being overweight like she has, but she is not doing it in a way that I appreciate.
Last year she told me that I looked like my cousin. Now this might not sound that bad, but my cousin is morbidly obese. Several times, my mom told me that I was sitting or walking or slouching like her. It hurt me and I think she was trying to hurt me or scare me into losing weight. I think it was actually part of my motivation to start to lose.
Anyway, last night she called me and said she was going through the old albums on her computer to throw out old pictures that were no good. I don't even remember exactly what she said anymore, but it was something along the lines of "just a few years ago, you looked so much better than you do now. I can't believe how fat you've gotten." It's a true statement. I should have had no problem with it. But I was on the edge.
I had already had my calories for the day. But when I got off the phone with her, I started snacking. I knew I was doing it. I couldn't stop. I even got a little sick at my stomach since I had just finished dinner. But as soon as that passed, I ate more!
I thought about it a lot today and I do realize that this is something I need to work on. It's good that it's very occasional right now, but depending on what is going on in my life, I don't want to have this become an issue again. If I am to maintain weight loss, I need to control this.