I don't remember ever going hungry as a child, it's not like I lived through a famine. Sure meals where pretty inconsistent and my parents almost never cooked but I don't remember going hungry. Although I do seem to have repressed a significant amount of the time around when my mom and dad where braking up....
So where exactly is this anxiety coming from? Is it just about the fact that it means I'm broke? Lack of money causes it's own worry. Is it that I've run out of my favorite things? Is it something deeper? A loss of control of my habitat? I'm very protective of my personal space I get nervous when people I don't really trust come into my little home (needless to say I don't entertain much.
Even though I *know* I'm not going to go hungry and that there is enough food to last even if my check comes late next month, I can still feel the tension rising in my body when I think about the state of the cupboards, I feel my heartbeat increase and the muscles of my neck and shoulders tense, I feel like a turtle trying to pull it's head back into it's shell. And I'm restless, I can't really get out as much when I'm broke (there are free entertainment things going on in the summer so it's not as bad now). I find myself pacing around feeling trapped. Part of it is the lack of financial security I know, but part of it is definitely the food situation for sure.
Does anyone else fell like this or am I just that screwed up?
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I posted this on SparkPeople this morning and I got a handful of replies but one in particular struck me, she said,
"I have learned a little bit about hoarding over the years and that is making sure that the food is always there just in case you want to need it primarily for emotional reasons. There are so many aspects to eating disorders." - KARINAELLENE
This just floored me, it had never occurred to my that my unhealthy relationship with food could go farther then with what I ate. I have been working hard to overcome my issues with emotional eating, going to Overeaters Anonymous meetings, talking to my therapist, going to support group meetings, blogging, talking to friends and family, learning new habits and new ways to cope. But here now was a whole new level to my unhealthy food relationship.
It was shocking any yet it made so much sense; of course if eating was comfort, safety, and love before, then it stands to reason that food itself had the same emotional impact. Even if I'm not eating for comfort anymore (mostly), having the food around me still provides fulfillment of some of those needs! Food is a security blanket, this could be why, during the stress of finals last week, I gave into temptation and bought some (healthier, but not good) comfort foods like sugar free jellybeans and pita chips. I thought I would binge when I got home but it was relatively easy just to take out a (double)portion and put the rest away. I guess at least part of the comfort came just from knowing it was there in the house and I could have it if I wanted it. I still wont be keeping trigger foods around much, but at least I now suspect the root of some of my anxiety and I'll talk to my therapist about it.
