Emotional Eating

Emotional Eating

Okay. Don’t call me an emotional eater. I DON’T have emotional problems. (Some may disagree, but what do they know?) I had a great childhood, good memories, people that love me and are willing to put up with me in their lives (well, mostly), and I’m generally an over-all happy, satisfied person. SO tell my why I came home today, went straight to the freezer and pulled out a slice of key lime pie (which should never have been there), polished that off and then made myself a large cup of hot chocolate. All this about 45 minutes before dinner. I puzzled myself. I am not a big “sweets” eater. I wasn’t hungry (like that mattered). I paused to think about my day.

Jeff was in a major car accident a month ago. He’s doing great and healing well. Not the problem. And although we have begun to receive medical bills on charges relating to his care both in Atlanta and Anderson, today we received a notification from the other driver’s lawyer seeking payment and damages for suffering. This from the guy who was walking around after the accident claiming he couldn’t remember what had happened. I digress. As I paused to consider my actions, I realized I was seeking comfort. I wanted something to make me feel better. I didn’t even realize that was what I was doing, but suddenly it was staring me in the face. Apparently if my tongue is happy, the rest of me will be happy. VERY temporary fix, if it is a fix at all. So what, then? Somewhere along the way to the refrigerator, I need to be able to halt, look at what’s going on and determine a better course of action. Even better, I must have a different “escape route” in place. Human emotions are not bad. I must not, however, allow them to control my actions. Shopping, eating, drugs, sleep, anger or drink do not address the emotion driving the actions. They provide no real solution, no answer. God does, He can, He will. That’s where I need to run, into His presence, into His arms.