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.
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!
*Applause
There is definitely something happy about crunching a dill pickle.