Crush fears not cookies
Instead of whining about what a complete whale you are for devouring stacks of cookies for the last three nights, accept the fact that A) you are by no means a whale's proportions and B) you don't want a salad.
It's not your boss' fault you're eating cookies because he screamed at you today. It's YOUR fault because YOU made the decision to wallow and take solace in food.
So if this is your choice wallow away babe, enjoy every bite of that ooey gooey chocolate chip cookie and eat something nutritionally dense your next meal.
And if you don't like the prospect of that either? It's time to put on your big girl panties and realize your boss is a stressed out mess and you don't need to take that on for him. Shrug it off and keep on keepin' on. You don't need sugar to console you. Because after you're done inhaling those sugary discs? You're probably going to feel worse. Now not only are you upset emotionally but you're physically sick to your stomach and slow and groggy and your hearts racing from the sugar rush.
I don't know about you but that's not my idea of solace or feeling better. It sounds like...punishment. I want you to think about that. It's kind of a truth, isn't it?
Have you ever said "I really shouldn't eat these, they're not good for me?" And then between hysterical sobs, you start shoveling Oreos in like a mad woman? GOOD ILL BE FAT AND DISGUSTING AND HIDEOUS AND I. DONT. CARE. Admit it. You've done it. What's up with that? Why do we do it?
Maybe it's so much more than the go to "consoling stress" excuse. Maybe it hit somewhere deeper...the deepest wound of never being good enough. And you're filling it up with cookies and burgers and cheesy covered noodles. Maybe at first glance it's a fairly shallow hurt that you're trying to cover up and think it's dumb your eating such tiny feelings and before you can think you're pounding down junk like a champ.
Quick! You might be peeling back a layer, distract distract distract. Mmmm cheese. And what if instead, you pulled out a pen and notebook to scrawl it out or laced up your sneakers to go for a walk? What if you unroll your yoga mat or call up a friend? What if, instead of drowning this feeling in sugar, you faced it head on? What if you were brave and looked it straight in the eye? What's the worse that will happen?
Will you melt into a pool of tears? Will you scream yourself hoarse with fury? Is that really so bad? What if instead of eating our sadness, we stood up to it? What if the next time we reach for the Oreos we ask ourselves why we want them??
Do you think maybe eventually our fears and pain will dissolve as we chose to conquer them? Maybe we would leave space for happiness and nutritionally dense food that leaves us feeling satisfied. Maybe we'd become happier.... and isn't that we want deep down?