Thank God food can’t talk!
I have a big bowl of Nestle Country Fresh ice cream, Pringles, Danish cookies, M&M’s and a big glass of Sprite right now with me *Please do not try this at home or anywhere else…it is not healthy!*
With Nina Simone‘s version of Sinner Man on repeat.
Junk food tastes better when I’m depressed
I have hit rock bottom
Emotional eating is one way for me to feel better
I am a comfort eater
This is the first time I am admitting it publicly
No one knows about it
I hid it from people until now
I hope today is the last time I will ever comfort eat
But I cannot guarantee that
I might comfort eat again if I do not seek professional help immediately
I’m currently dealing with a loss
A loss so deep I have to turn to food for comfort
I know food cannot talk
So it will not judge me for the mistakes I have made
If I should seek help from humans
I will get judged
So I eat to get some comfort
It is a temporal happiness
It is not healthy
I will gain weight
But fortunately for me, I have a fast metabolism and so I hardly gain weight regardless of how much I eat
I know this a bad habit
But eventually feelings will always conquer logic
The worst part of this bad habit is that I feel guilty for over eating
The problems I was trying to avoid never goes away
I become more lazy
I cut off communication with people until I feel better
It affects every aspect of my life in a negative way
I will try my best to seek the appropriate help from the right people
I will pray for strength and guidance
More importantly I hope to never make mistakes that will put me in this situation
‘Oh Sinner Man
Where am I gonna run to?’
I know the feeling except I feel just sleepy and satisfied after…hang in there
Oh yeah! It makes sleeping a whole lot better. It’s midnight here in Accra and I’m trying really hard not to engage in comfort eating…