August 14, 2020, 4:58 p.m
About the importance of food, about how it pacifies and what then comes of it — read in the new issue of “Notes of a Lost Woman”, the diary of our reader, in which she talks about her successful experience of losing weight.
IN THIS PART:
The role of food in our life
I read somewhere that the role of commemoration and food on the memorial table is great:
- food makes the stomach work,
- stomach draws blood
- the person gets better.
The baby sometimes cries, but not from hunger, he wants to cling to his mother’s breast or bottle, because food calms. She is soothes the unconscious, comes out. And on the conscious!
Who among us is not familiar with the situation when, after a day full of stress and trouble, we begin to absorb food in insane amounts? We finish one more cutlet, we take another sandwich. And the truth is getting easier. It becomes, what is already there …
stress and overeating
But there is a whole period full of stress and problems:
- Relatives are seriously ill for a long time.
- The boss is bullied at work.
- Married life cracks, and things go to divorce.
- The car is broken in a collision and big expenses are coming.
- Long-term money problems.
- Job loss and long search for a new one.
- And then there are some other difficulties with the child — they complain at school, they don’t want to study, they don’t want to talk about it.
Where to get strength? How to survive and not go crazy? How not to throw your fists at your husband? To the boss? A rude saleswoman? How not to jump off the balcony at all?
We find a way FOOD! She is a great comforter. Delicious and not so good. Satisfies hunger and fills an already full stomach. Who will think in such a situation about the tummy, about the rollers on the sides, about the plump thighs and the second chin? Virtually no one.
During a session at the institute, I always recovered by 4 kilos. I always liked to eat, but my metabolism was young, I moved a lot, somehow I managed to return the weight to normal.
From nerves with all this preparation for exams, I ate without closing my mouth for a minute. Mom boiled potatoes, fried cutlets. I managed to devour it all before dinner. Dinner needed new food. Sausages? Excellent! Dumplings? Wonderful! Sandwiches? Wonderful! Rusks with raisins in sugar sprinkles? Rye bread? Jam tea? Bread and butter sprinkled with granulated sugar? Yeah, yeah, come on, I want, yes, I will, but how. And you know, it helped.
How many times in life food saved, preserved, supported, comforted. So it seemed to me. What would I, now, say to myself, then? In fact, a little.
As they say: sow a habit, reap a character.
Could I think that with this wonderful appetite and habit of eating problems, I form the character of a glutton. I would say to myself
“Alena, you are on a very dangerous path. Go, Alena, and try to find another fucking way to cope with life.
Have I ever tried to try to relieve stress with something else? Walking in the evening? A bathtub full of foam, with candles around the perimeter? Go out in stress on the street in the evening and jump in a secluded corner with a skipping rope?
CONTINUATION: “Do you believe the slogan “Love yourself any”