I eat my feelings. I’m a feelings-eater.
If you’re looking for me on a weekend afternoon, you may find me standing in my pantry…. grazing. A couple of chips. Half of a granola bar. Some pistachios. I’m eating my boredom.
The night before a big presentation for work, you’ll find me preparing at my kitchen table, most likely surrounded by some form of chocolate. I’m eating my nervousness.
Summertime is a hard one for me. No agenda except to play with my kids. Hopscotch and swings and planting and bikes and chalk and bubbles and long walks. And lots and lots of snacks. I’m eating my happiness.
All of my feeling-eating is a contradiction to my Weight Watchers plan. So, when I found myself home alone for the day, and started feeling bored and restless and lonely…. I decided I would NOT eat my feelings.
I shopped them instead. 🙂 (Ssshh…. don’t tell my husband.)