My weight jumped straight back up to over 66 and last weigh in was hovering dangerously close to 67. I’ve never thought of myself as an emotional eater, thinking instead I’m someone who just likes to snack, but I’ve noticed I’m really reacting to feeling stressed at the moment.By reacting, I mean any urge to say no goes completely out the window and I feel hungry all the time.
I always thought that emotional eating means you want the comfort food as in you actually feel yourself saying I need this because I’m stressed/sad/happy whatever but that you knew you were doing it because of an emotion and because I’ve never had thoughts like that, I figured my emotions never affected my food choices but the last fortnight has made me realise I react to feeling stressed pretty badly.
I found myself doing things like cutting 2 (or 3 or on a really shitty day 4) slices of cake that I cook for the boys that I normally bypass without even a sideways glance. Sneaking an extra tsp of sugar into my coffee and then having more than 1 a day. Not really caring that there is a fruit bowl over there and instead wanting the biscuits. I’m actually really upset with myself and that adds even more to the feeling out of control.. leading to even less of a willpower.
The list of things stressing me is not really that monumentous and are short term but I am feeling so overwhelmed at the moment so I’m going to list them out and see what they look like on the page and not cluttering up my head. Some are passed but they were definate factors.
1. Last week I had to squeeze 4 days of work into 2 days as last week we had a public holiday on the Monday and my boys school was closed on the Friday due to a ciriculum day and the alternate to taking a leave day was to take them to work.
2. This week I had to squeeze 4 days of work into 2 days as my youngest son had an operation on the Wednesday and I needed to take Wed-Fri off to be home with him. On the plus note it was a tiny operation and he probably will be right to go back to school tomorrow.
3. Uni started again 3 weeks ago and the feeling of being behind is incredible. I’m the only person in the honours class who is working pretty much full time and while I knew it would be busy realising I have a 2000 word essay due on the 2nd April, a 2000word(ish) reseach proposal due on the 5th May and 4000word essay on subject related to my thesis due on the 18th June is freaking me out as I’m also expected to be regulary working on my thesis itself so I can have weekly meetings with my coorodinator to discuss my progress.
4. I haven’t actually narrowed down a question for my thesis yet. I know my topic but I can’t find the original angle to explore that a honours thesis requires.
5. I haven’t yet had a weekly meeting with my coordinator. Working every day except Wednesdays means I have to meet on that day.. shouldn’t be an issue as that’s the same day class is but last week I had to take my son to the doctor before class so we put it off unilt the Friday seeing I would be home given point 1. Then when it was decided L was going to have the operation I had to find somewhere that could do a last minute hearing test and you guessed it the only place that could get him in before the op, had only one appointment at the same time I was going to see my coordinator so we reseduled to this Friday coming except an hour later I get an email saying he forgot he had a meeting at the same time so we’d do a phone call in the morning instead as I couldn’t make the morning (I took the oportunity of having to be off work to finally get my car in for a service as it’s a few months over due.. another stressor seeing I drive 90km each day for work)
6. Given how it feels like every time I have free time, I’ll be sitting somewhere and writing, the house has slowly been getting untidier and untidier which make me feel horrible each time I look at a pile of clutter as I’m not normally an untidy person.
7. I know i have put on 1+kilos due to have extreme snacking attacks the last week and a bit and it makes me disgusted and scared. Where the hell did all the willpower I have that got me through the hard parts and forced myself not to snack and to get out and fun go.
It just feels like an immense snowball at the moment even though point 1 and 2 are over now.
Point 3 I can’t do much about but keep plodding away at the essays. In 3 years of uni I was never late for an assignment due date, I keep telling myself this.. but then a nagging voice reminds me that I never had to work 4 days a week with an hour drive each way. Yesterday at the hosppital I managed to write 1000 words to add to the 1000words I had already written giving me a total of 2000words.. except I know that is not 2000 quality words so the culling and editing will drop that total down and there’ll still be writing.
And everytime I’m doing something other than writing.. such as offloading on my blog… I feel guilty that the energy I’m putting into whatever I’m doing should be spent putting more words on paper/screen.
Hopefully now I’ve actually identified what/how I’m feeling I’ll be more aware of it. But for now it’s time to go collect one of the boys from school.