Comfort

          On more than one occasion my hairdresser has said that she won't wear scrubs to work because they make you fat. I have to admit I didn't put much thought into her statement before last night. One of the things that we learned at Knock It Off last night was to not eat in front of the TV. I have read that many times but it never hit home until last night. At least 90% of my meals are eaten in my big comfy chair. I spread out and get as comfortable as possible. I also have to admit that usuallt my hubs brings me my supper while I am still sitting in my chair. It has even come to the point that I expect it. The other day I have an epiphany that if I continue this behavior I will be one of those people who get too big to leave their house or even get out of bed. I don't want to be one of those people. In an effort to not be one of those people I am going to make simple changes in my lifestyle. The first one being to not eat in my comfy chair so often. I have a nice dining room table that is used as more of a catch-all than a place to eat meals. I have decided to get out of the comfy chair and sit at the table to eat my meals. Just like my hairdresser's aversion to wearing scrubs to avoid being too comfortable I am going to avoid my comfy chair while eating my meals.

          Another change I am going to make revolves around comfort: eating for comfort. I have spent the past few months eating to ease the internal pain that I have been filling. But has food really replaced what I have lost or has it added to the pain? I have tons of positive things in my life that have brought me happiness that do not involve food. I have a very full life with lots of loved ones in it. So why do I need to turn to food for comfort? I honestly cannot answer that question. Food might provide momentary comfort but once that sensation is gone it leads to further sadness or depression. And sometimes it leads to anger. The last thing I need is to be mad at myself over a cheeseburger. I spend enough time beating myself up over not having a spotless house or a 4.0 GPA. I don't need the extra brain noise telling me that I am a failure because of my eating habits. I might accept that fact that I have some dust in my house and that I have a 3.5 GPA but I will not accept the fact that food is my comfort. I have decided that I will keep something that brings me comfort in each room in my house. I will make sure that these items are in sight when I walk into the room. Whether it is a family picture or a craft project that I am working on I will make sure to have those items readily available to pick up in an effort to take my mind off of wanting to turn to food for comfort. Comfort will no longer be responsible for my weight. I will be!