A Revelation...

So I have to say, this last last week I had a somewhat revelation about my eating habits. I always heard other people say they ate when they felt bad, and I always thought, "that's crazy!" "They don't eat cuz they feel bad, they eat cuz they're hungry!" But no, this last week I saw how closely my eating habits and emotions are intertwined. On Saturday morning my older brother moved to Boston. Although we're both "adults" and I know this is a normal thing to do, I'm still really sad about it. I've never lived more than 20 minutes from him and I can't imagine him not be around for the day-to-day changes in my life. For the couple of days before he left, I noticed myself craving more junk food. I went out and got McDonald's, ate Girlscout cookies, and drank a lot of soda. But, after he left, I completely lost control and stuffed myself with as much fattening food as I could find. It's funny, for the first time I actually noticed how I was eating even when I wasn't hungry. Maybe I was trying to keep myself busy so I didn't have to think about being sad. As soon as I realized what I was doing I stopped, but the damage had already been done. The 4 pounds that I lost from the week before had already been gained back. I'm sad that a whole week's worth of dieting was wasted, but at the same time I'm glad it happened. Now I can start questioning myself and acknowledging why I eat what I eat.