Hi all! Back again with a bit of insight on my own personal struggles with food and the like. As I write this I am on a flight to Seattle, WA for my aunt’s wedding. I’m so happy for her and I can’t wait to be back in Seattle after so many years. I was a young child the last time I was out there. I took a train up the coast with my grandma and eventually we were joined by my uncle Neil. I may be blending together two trips but I remember it or they fondly.
We rode up the coast and stopped in Oregon to visit some of my grandma’s family. Her mother I believe was from there. We visited this beautiful mansion that belonged to the family of the man who started the Oregonian newspaper. My grandma’s uncle married into the family and she often spent summers there when she was younger. I, in all my childlike wisdom, was convinced the tour guide just had to know this. I still remember her beautiful shy smile as she told the tour guide about it. It was a beautiful trip that ended in Seattle where we had our various little adventures. I could go on about it forever.
But I digress. Forgive me but nostalgia took over for a moment. Anyhow..What triggered the chosen topic was actually my stomach. I haven’t been eating the best of things and I am feeling it. When I eat unhealthy our eat things I’m sensitive to I often feel rather ill. Like now, I had a Jack in the box mushroom swiss butter burger. I am mildly lactose intolerant, so sometimes the butter they use or the cheese disagree with me. Not to mention that I am sensitive to gluten. So my stomach wasn’t happy with the bun either. Add that to the curly fries and coke I gave into and you’ve got a full blown tummy ache.
So therein is the major downfall to my struggle with my own personal version of Bing eating. Yesterday it was a milkshake from the same place that did me in. It left me bloated and miserable. Sometimes I order these things without a second thought to my stomach, my mouth and my emotions take over. Grabbing, grasping for that rush of pleasure that each but brings as I dive into the newest overly salty and greasy concoction that my favorite fast foods restaurant had come up with. And I hate it. Because at the back of my mind I sit telling myself how much I will regret eating that, or that I really don’t need to get that whole meal, fries are unnecessary. And they are. And these thoughts are right.
But still…that pleasure center of the brain always wins out, the hippocampus is it? I forget..I’ll have to look it up. When you are struggling to figure out exactly what makes you truly happy, it is so much easier to default to simple pleasure such as eating. Somehow that seems to overpower the reasonable side of my brain. The side of my brain that wrote my last blog about journaling my foods and using my fitbit (totally forgot to pack it -_-0 and my foods journal).
That side always seems to lose out. I do wonder how much better I’d do if I had someone to hold me accountable, because I obviously lack self control, at least when my emotions are controlling me as they have been as of late. And the funny thing is I really do enjoy cooking healthy things. I had so much fun making zoodles and am actually looking forward to making them as part of a meal. So that they last more than a day.
I think another problem that stems from my emotions, is a feeling that no one cares what I’m doing. I have friends here and there with an encouraging word or two, but nothing consistent. So I start to lose hope and being drifting back to old habits once again, unable to pull myself back up.
So…sorry for another ramble. Feeling super emotional and nostalgic on this trip and our hadn’t even begun. I’ll try to get some more positive posts up. I have some workouts from the newest Shape magazine that I want to try. Perhaps even while on vacation if there’s room. Saturday I’ll definitely kill it. My aunt is going to have contra dancing at her wedding which burns mad calories. I have my hippie skirt packed and ready š
Until next time..Keep making that fat cry!
-A