When I was younger and feeling a bit down, my mother would tell me not to be a Gloomy Guss. Now, as I sit here and assess where I am for the week, I can’t help but be reminded of the old name and how I’m living up to it.
I think that when it comes to eating, losing weight, etc, I have a lot of issues. I look at Hanlie’s blog and how far she has come with the emotional side of what caused her to be where she was, and I recognize some of that in me.
Lately I have been recognizing a lot of things.
Last week, there was a night that the Bloke said something completely innocent from his end but that I took the wrong way. The logical side of my mind recognized this. He didn’t mean it the way I took it. But the emotional side of my mind immediately wanted food. I wasn’t hungry, by any means. I just wanted food to stuff things down.
Once a binge eater…
The problem is that I recognize the behaviour without knowing what to do about it. I’ve gone on meal replacements to totally cut off any addictions to particular foods. I wear reminders like rubber bands and bracelets so I can see I’m not alone. I try to find (what little) information exists on binge eating. I try to talk to the Bloke about what I’m feeling in order to let the emotions go rather than stuff them down.
And yet, here I am.
Do I need a therapist? Do I need group therapy? Do I need anti-depressants?
That’s where I am right now. Seeing all the problems but not knowing what to do about them.
