As a compulsive overeater/binge eater there is a feeling that I rarely experience. Many of you probably feel it on a daily basis.
That feeling is hunger.
I spent so much of my life overeating, I can identify with the feeling of uncomfortably full much more than hungry.
When it comes over me, I am often taken aback, not sure what it is. My stomach starts to feel weird, I get really grumpy, and I am irrational in what I want to do, eat and say.
As somebody who is on WW and always trying to lose weight, I try to plan my day so I don’t get too hungry, because when I get too hungry – that’s when, pardon my French, sh#t goes down.
That’s when I can eat a bag of Dove chocolate, with a dorito chaser.
Or ice cream with delicious toppings, such as coconut, peanuts, and magic shell.
Or the McDonalds 2 cheeseburger meal. Mmmmm. (Don’t hate, people. I like really good food, but a couple of times a year, I just have to have a McDonalds cheeseburger and fries. Usually during a hangover.)
But, one of the things I am trying to get better at is my coping mechanism when I am starving.
And I’ve been doing a lot better this time around.
And today, my will power was truly tested.
I had to go somewhere that I hadn’t planned on after school today, and it took a long time. I didn’t finish up until 6:35 and I still had to go to the store, cook dinner, eat it, and then do the treadmill. I knew what I had planned to make for dinner would take a while to cook. After eating lunch at 11:50 I was starving by 7:00 when I got home.
I told my mom, I ran in my house and starting eating clementines (0 points) and I looked like a heroin addict right after they inject themselves (so I’ve seen on the show Intervention).
They were the best clementines I’d ever eaten.
That’s the thing about eating when you are hungry.
You taste the flavors more.
And that’s what I need to do.
Keep working on stuffing my face less, and
tasting the flavors more.
Have a great Wednesday night!! Two more sleeps and it is FRIDAY!!
I titled this blog Hungarian because that is what my roommate in college would say when she was hungry. She would say, “I am hungarian.” Fifteen years later, I still say it.