I am an emotional eater.
Not bad emotions either - all of them - the good, the bad, the mundane.... all of the,m
And good lord, do not CREATE a reason for me to eat??? Hump day??? Beer and wings at the local pub? who's idea was this? They should be shot.
So it is without hesitation that I tell you that I have officially proven out the "I no longer eat out of stress" behavior.
Years and Years ago when I worked in NYC, My office building was a famous one - The former Pan Am building - now Met life building. It sits above Grand Central Station.
When Work stress would hit, I would change into my sneakers ( kept handy for commuting purposes) and do laps around the inside of GCS. For those of you who know it well.. that's walking from the escalators into Met life down to Zarro's bakery by the shuttle. walking the lenght of that, coming up the side near the famous oyster bar walking up the steep ramp to the opposite sided were the Metro north tracks are and back around 1 lap= a quarter mile.
I would pull off anywhere from 1-5 laps in about 20 mins then go back upstairs and get some water and back to work. I had my desk moved away from the break room with the vending machines though I would wander in there occasionally for a bottle of water.
this Behaviour change of doing ANYTHING BUT EAT during stress really carried me through. I took a large hit when my dad died 4 years ago tomorrow. I ate anything that was nailed down. Seriously we have an expression at Weight Watchers.... you can make a bomb out of anything. I do believe they were talking about me - I had once found myself eating bakers chocolate and I don't even LIKE chocolate all that much.
So you see this is a good thing.
You all know I have been under some stress between work, personal and medical lately.
I have still manageed to hit my 10 lb mile stone yesterday. I still use exercize as a means to combat emotional behaviour. I just don't have the grand concourse to walk....
Sometimes I miss those laps. I got to see a lot of neat things I wouldn't have had the opp to see.
But the change while it took years to really take on me... did eventually work.
That's what I am proud of as my next birthday looms close.
2 comments:
RYC: I love buying myself flowers too ('cause no one else ever does!) ... I don't indulge in it very often ... but when I do, there's nothing like sweet-smelling, beautiful flowers to perk up my day! :-)
I used to work in the Graybar building (the other one that sits on top of Grand Central) and after I quit smoking I would wander the terminal when I needed to get away from work and clear my head.
Be proud of your accomplishments. Life is a work in progress.
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