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…
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…