April 2012 – Okay, y’all. Here’s the deal. The boys and I moved in with my parents about two months ago. In the first 6 weeks I lost about 6 pounds. Not on purpose. I just didn’t have an appetite and was incredibly sick and nauseated. I’m pretty sure this happened after the first affair, too. I distinctly remember, the day after I found out, having to rush to the bathroom at a restaurant and vomiting in the middle of dinner. Fun times.
Then after the first month and a half with my folks, the binge eating began. Anything chocolate. Anything sweet and especially fresh out of the oven. Down the hatch. All day. Late at night. Lots of breakfast cereal any time, day or night. Comfort food. More comfort food. Gimme, gimme, gimme. *sigh* At least I know this pattern is not an isolated one. Thank you for your post, Munchies of a Betrayed Wife, back in the day, Jacy!
Anyway … after about 8 weeks, I’ve decided I’m really done being on the emotional eating cycle. At this point, it truly is approaching bulimic proportions. So I’m committing now, on a public forum, to give up my seat on the roller-coaster. I just can’t take it anymore.
Sometimes I wonder about food. It seems like eating has always been such a guilt-laden experience for me. I’m not sure why. Add in a traumatic/stressful situation, and whoa, doggies! If I could just swallow a pill each day instead of having to mess with food (and be perfectly healthy), I would totally do it. That’s how much I abhor the food conundrum.
Are there any other emotional eaters or traumatized not-hungry people out there? I’ve experienced both sides of the coin on different occasions in my life, and I don’t really know what to think about it all. What are your thoughts?