tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post6408509231773819245..comments2023-10-09T08:27:15.862-05:00Comments on My Journey Through Deepest, Darkest Weight Loss: Emotional EatingLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348740719854853661noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-38685687453339759042013-01-30T11:17:56.002-06:002013-01-30T11:17:56.002-06:00i lost my mama at 8 and daddy at 10 and i numbed m...i lost my mama at 8 and daddy at 10 and i numbed myself with food for decades, i enjoyed that stuffed miserable feelin and if i just kept eating eventually my body was in as much pain as my soul, of course i didnt know that then hindsight IS 20/20 aint it! had cycle to break and even now all this time later it would be soooo easy to slip right back into. stay strong and know you're NOT that shy frightened girl anymore. you've come so far and you're an amazing strong woman that i am honored to call friend. I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU!!!timothyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17691698860583917228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-62342753137555161432013-01-30T10:03:45.209-06:002013-01-30T10:03:45.209-06:00I think you articulated yourself well. I don't...I think you articulated yourself well. I don't know if it is nature or nurture with this whole EE stuff. I can go round and round about it, but I don't know if there's a solution to it, and there's no fix besides what we do, and trying to have more good days than bad ones. Bonita Gorditahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211749482909459856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-57789414916032726212013-01-29T21:04:44.193-06:002013-01-29T21:04:44.193-06:00I think it is good to examine feelings when they s...I think it is good to examine feelings when they surface. Sometimes it's almost like they come back around so that we can feel them now that we aren't numbing ourselves with food. Not sure on that one. <br /><br />It's both painful and necessary to heal- IMO. Good luck and just know I've been an emotional eater since I was around 6 years old. You are not alone.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06454945489632370863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-17936344109689684972013-01-29T15:51:32.597-06:002013-01-29T15:51:32.597-06:00Sharon,
I hadn't thought about that. Now, as ...Sharon,<br />I hadn't thought about that. Now, as I recall the story the two emotions that seem the most dominate are fear and loneliness. I was a afraid because I'd never felt pain like that nor seen adults that upset. I think my secure little world had been rocked to its foundation and I was scared.<br /><br />Also, I knew even then that I was going to miss my uncle terribly. I didn't think anyone would understand and accept me on the level that he did. I was right that I miss my uncle, but wrong that no one would ever understand or accept me.<br /><br />I'll have to ponder this a while longer, but at first blush, I think fear was the biggest emotion.<br /><br />Thanks for your input.<br />LoriLorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06348740719854853661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-68244469457769349082013-01-29T14:31:43.524-06:002013-01-29T14:31:43.524-06:00I decided before you got fully into the story that...I decided before you got fully into the story that I would write the first thoughts that came into my head after reading it so here goes.....I saw a little lost girl wandering around all alone because every one else was so lost in their own grief, they had nothing left to give to an 11 year old who was grieving just as deeply in her own 11 year old way. You were in an uncomfortable, not to metniont unfamiliar setting, had nothing to do, no distractions, the food smelled and looked good and you knew EXACTLY what to do with the food. So you did. Like you say, the important thing now is to own the memory (which you've done) and identify which emotion you were feeding. I think we tend to say we are "emotional" eaters, but stop short of ever naming WHICH emotion we are feeding. That's been very important in my own story. I've learned that I don't feed grief, but I sure as heck feed anger. I don't feed hurt feelings, but you better believe I feed loneliness. None of us feed EVERY emotion we have (IMHO)but we sure better know which ones we do feed. So maybe that's your "lesson" in this memory on this day. Was it grief you were feeding? Was it feeling all alone? Was it anger that no one was paying any attention to you? And more importantly, is it an emotion you still feed today??? Make sense??Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09408463925646609263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-81689868516381461452013-01-29T11:41:09.743-06:002013-01-29T11:41:09.743-06:00Thanks, Gwen. I think you are right on with your ...Thanks, Gwen. I think you are right on with your assessment. I needed something to numb the pain. Food was handy, not to mention tasty.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06348740719854853661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587408959976072541.post-39773607121634004992013-01-29T11:17:06.835-06:002013-01-29T11:17:06.835-06:00After all these years, I am still so sorry for the...After all these years, I am still so sorry for the little girl that you were that had to deal with that kind of tragedy, that young. :(<br /><br />The fried chicken was a coping mechanism....the easiest, closest thing to help you feel a tiny iota better, as you had to emotionally and mentally do something to bury some of the immense pain you were feeling. To me, it seems it's not much further off than a child is who is badly scarred that they develop split personalities as a way to cope. You just chose the comfort of good tasting food instead to deal with the suddenly unimaginable that had caught you completely off guard. It was your soul finding some, any way to buffer your heart and soul, even if just for a few brief minutes it took to eat it. Your body was protecting your heart. It's ok. You were a child. You did the best you could, Lori.<br /><br />:: hugs ::Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18386517479350871434noreply@blogger.com