We all hear the perils of emotional eating. I tend to go the other way. I had two rather big shocks happen to me this weekend, one Friday and one Sunday, and I've been a bag of nerves ever since. Plus, something I ate disagreed with me, and I just don't want food.
I know it's not the right way to lose weight, I just can't eat. I have no interest in food and it doesn't stay in me long anyway. I made myself eat a couple of the BRAT diet ingredients (can't have bananas, sadly) and drank some protein drink because it doesn't help the anxiety to go around hungry. Low blood sugar does not calm me. I have a headache from it all too, and I'm pretty sure Excedrin is out of the question.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and the ability to eat again. And forgive me for whining that I can't eat what's in front of me when half the world wishes for more food.
Does anyone else react this way? I'm trying NOT to run to the doctor for Xanax; I am taking calcium and the right amino acids, but I guess the stress shows because a bunch of my teenage church girls hugged me tonight. What sweethearts!