Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Food makes me happy?

I...love...food. I am an emotional eater, and the emotional roller coaster ride I have been on for the last several months has been intense....so my eating has been intense. And as Ali so beautifully stated, I also..."am getting fatter".

I wonder if it is a bad thing that the gals at the Wendy's drive thru know me, and we talk as if we are life long friends. I wonder if it is strange that Ginger, who works at Steak burger where they have the BEST twist cones ever, will be receiving a Christmas gift from me because she is such a sweetie. Huh...I don't think that is normal. I wonder if that is a sign that I frequent those types of places WAY too much? Ya think? My two year old knows each fast food joint and will ask for whatever I usually get him as we drive by. "Taco Mama?" (Taco Bell) "I want Shake mama"(Burger King, and Jack in the Box) "Chicken nuggets pleeeeease" (Wendy's, McDonalds) and so on and so on. I see a Fast Food Intervention in my future.

A few weeks ago, my son said something to me that has haunted me. We were sitting in the parking lot eating our Wendy's, and he says to me, "You're happier now aren't you?" And then he said, "I feel happier when I eat too". Oh boy. This is not good. My 9 year old even recognizes my behavior. Yes...I feel happier when I eat. My mood definitely is brighter after I have partaken of some tasty morsel. I get excited when I know that I am going to go out to eat, and I think about what I am going to order. It's fun to take my kids to get icecream and they know that I will be fun and happy, so they in turn are excited. Wow...that's messed up.

So...what have I done to remedy the situation? Have I changed my life and started feeling giddy while eating carrots? Nope. I have remedied the situation by going to my "fun" places while my son is at school. That should help. Baby steps here people! :)

Does food make you happy? It sure makes me happy...for a while...until I am laying in bed at night beating myself up over eating way too much and getting fatter. Such is life. And here I sit typing this, thinking non-stop about the chocolate pie in the fridge. Time to go and partake.

P.S. If you are wondering who this random person is typing this...don't worry...you are not alone. I have not posted in a long time. I am back...and ready to rumble!