Ice cream isn’t the answer, but I sure wish it was!

I love ice cream.

Especially when it’s melting on a brownie fresh from the oven and gooey, fudgey chocolate sauce is smothering the whole thing.  Perhaps whipped cream is also involved…it’s hard to be sure!

It’s a diabetic nightmare and my personal bliss.

Brownie Sundae

Just looking at this, my eyes involuntarily close with absolute bliss.

There is no personal bliss when it comes to food these days.

I am a closet emotional eater.  I eat when I am happy.  I eat when I am sad.  I eat when I am apathetic.  I eat when I’m angry.

Let’s be honest, I just like cramming my emotions really far down and then covering them up with a good, old-fashioned helping of dessert.

While training for my Figure Competition, I haven’t allowed myself to be an emotional eater.  This may be the hardest part of training.

I always know when I’m really sad, angry, or upset because I find myself standing in front of my open refrigerator with a deeply furrowed brow.

The carrots, celery, red peppers, egg whites, cottage cheese, and grilled chicken mock me as I desperately try to find something bad to eat because I think it will make me feel better.  Nothing appears.

Next I go to the pantry.  The worst damage I can do there is to make some brown rice or quinoa, and neither of them do the trick.

I have eaten half a jar of mini dill pickles just to experience a satisfying crunch.  This was not my proudest moment.

By not having the luxury of covering up my emotions with food, I have had to deal with the issues that cause these feelings.  It’s not always pretty, but I am glad to have conquered a few of my internal monsters without chips, brownies, chocolate, or ice cream.

By the time I reach the stage on October the 16th, I will not only be stronger physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

Anyone else out there eating dill pickles as a comfort food?  Please tell me that I’m not the only one!

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  1. *Applause

  2. There is definitely something happy about crunching a dill pickle.

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