I am an emotional eater. I have been an emotional eater for a very long time. Food has been a comfort, a solace, an escape, and a respite for me in times of frustration. However, I have also been aware of my emotional eating tendencies for a very long time, and even though I'm still not immune to its lure, I do have a much better understanding of it.
Life is always throwing us curveballs. Just when we think we have a handle on things, or can reliably foresee what is going to happen, we get blindsided by unpredictability. This can happen on a small scale or a large scale, but the effect is much the same: We get pissed off. We get depressed.
A day like today can trigger countless binges. If you don't have a Valentine in your life, it's easy to get depressed and start spiralling down into negative thinking. You might have thoughts like: Another Valentine's Day alone. I'll never meet anyone special. I'll always be single. Etc etc etc., ad nauseum.
These negative thoughts are destructive, useless, and most importantly unrealistic. Some of us tend to catastrophize when everything in our lives is not completely perfect or running according to our timetable.
This post is dedicated to anyone who has used food as a coping mechanism at times like this (or any other time), and I hope that the thoughts I share are helpful.