I live the reality of the connection between stress and overeating. It’s no theory for me. When things start to get to the point where I can’t fight anymore I eat blindly. I’m not overweight. From time to time I will gain some extra pounds but I always lose it. Today for a good example I battled valiantly against stress and depression and for most of the day I managed to handle things. I started the day with 30 minutes of yoga and stretching. That gave me a clearer head with which to start the day; but as the day progressed I began to feel panic growing over my financial situation. I tried to fight it but it grew progressively worse. Before long I was feeling a real need for something to balance out the feelings of panic. Eventually I stuffed myself full of Tostitos chips with Spinach dip, eating so much of it in a short a space of time that I ended up with a belly ache.
Did I overeat because I was greedy and couldn’t do without food? No, it had nothing to do with the food at all. It was all about combating the panic, the feelings of hopelessness, the depression with something that provides a feeling of relief or comfort and takes me away from the pressures at least for the time spent eating. I guess that’s why alcoholics drink, and drug abusers abuse drugs.
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