I remember the days when no matter what mood I was in, food was my friend just waiting to wrap its arms around me like a big fluffy blanket and snuggle. I am 19 months post-op from having gastric bypass surgery and still think about comfort foods! These past few 
weeks I’ve been on a very emotional roller coaster ride and many of us know that it can become a slippery slope if we aren’t careful.
I’m currently taking a few college courses and spending any spare time I have studying, doing homework and taking tests, which involve late nights along with lack of sleep. I gave up my five month old puppy for adoption, which is very heart wrenching to me because I have always been a dog lover. I cried many times with a close friend who lost two people in her life within four days of each other. I cried again with another friend as she was going through some personal struggles, and I’m working on helping my son deal with teasing and bullying due to his weight.
I look back and think what has been so traumatic in my life to make me constantly think about food and needing the feeling of comfort? I think I’ve answered that question!
Being addicted to food can truly be a struggle physically, emotionally and spiritually. I can’t tell you how many times I thought to myself, go find something to eat you will feel better and the pain will go away.
I can’t count how many times I got up and went into the kitchen searching my cabinets for some comfort. I wanted to eat because I was exhausted from lack of sleep and worry. I felt like a failure as an owner when I gave up my puppy while my heart ached for my friends who were going through so much pain. As a mother who has a child being bullied and teased I just wanted to eat and make it all go away.
I longed for some snuggle time with my old friend and wanted to forget about life even if it was just for a moment. Every time I passed the McDonalds, Wendy’s or Burger King I thought how wonderful would it be to drive through and pick up my favorite super sized meal! How I wished for that comfort.
weeks I’ve been on a very emotional roller coaster ride and many of us know that it can become a slippery slope if we aren’t careful. I’m currently taking a few college courses and spending any spare time I have studying, doing homework and taking tests, which involve late nights along with lack of sleep. I gave up my five month old puppy for adoption, which is very heart wrenching to me because I have always been a dog lover. I cried many times with a close friend who lost two people in her life within four days of each other. I cried again with another friend as she was going through some personal struggles, and I’m working on helping my son deal with teasing and bullying due to his weight.
I look back and think what has been so traumatic in my life to make me constantly think about food and needing the feeling of comfort? I think I’ve answered that question!
Being addicted to food can truly be a struggle physically, emotionally and spiritually. I can’t tell you how many times I thought to myself, go find something to eat you will feel better and the pain will go away.
I can’t count how many times I got up and went into the kitchen searching my cabinets for some comfort. I wanted to eat because I was exhausted from lack of sleep and worry. I felt like a failure as an owner when I gave up my puppy while my heart ached for my friends who were going through so much pain. As a mother who has a child being bullied and teased I just wanted to eat and make it all go away.
I longed for some snuggle time with my old friend and wanted to forget about life even if it was just for a moment. Every time I passed the McDonalds, Wendy’s or Burger King I thought how wonderful would it be to drive through and pick up my favorite super sized meal! How I wished for that comfort.
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