What I’m about to say may come as a shock to some of you…you may even need to sit down…
I am not perfect.
There. I said it.
I’m not; by any standards. And even though if I asked Parrish, he might disagree, I have it on good authority that he’s a bit biased.
That doesn’t mean I don’t strive for perfection. I do. Most folks who know me, know that I can be a perfectionist. I think it’s part of what has gotten me so far along in my career.
But what I don’t want is for this blog to make me seem perfect. I hope I do a good job of letting you know when everything is not a-okay. And because I am so often giving you guys my own personal experiences or advice, I want to be extra sure that I’m being real.
With that said, I did not want to write this post. I didn’t want to tell you that yesterday I fell off the wagon.
French Fries are my kryptonite…and someone bought them and put them in my freezer.
Yesterday was a hard day. I worked 10 hours and came home exhausted. I had gotten a quiz grade back in my history class and I was being a little hard on myself. I missed two questions, and I felt like I had failed my class.
I was tired. And nothing had been planned for my supper. It was an ‘on your own night’, which for me typically means a bowl of soup or a sandwich. But when I opened the freezer and saw these…well…I ate nothing but french fries for supper.
I won’t say I felt guilty, because I didn’t and I don’t. I didn’t eat a huge amount. I baked them in the oven.
But what I wasn’t okay with was why I ate them. This was emotional eating at it’s finest, and it’s something that I aim to stop. But I’m not quite sure how.
You see, I didn’t want to write this blog post, because Gluten Hates Me is a positive place. It’s about living a gluten free life with humor, adventure, and support. But I also want it to be an honest place.
So let’s chat. Emotional eating? Do you do it? Have you stopped it? I’m hoping admitting it is the first step…
