I still have a lot to learn about emotional eating. It's been a tense weekend here, with one thing and another, and all I wanted to do was eat crap. Realistically, I know that food has never solved a problem, but the momentary comfort that comes from a binge is something I have grown up with. My mother was a serial dieter throughout my childhood and put me on my first diet when I was 7 years old. Of course, to counteract this, my grandmother fed me up all the more. I grew up around two very influential women who took very opposing views on food. My mother was all about the All-Bran (except when she was upset about something and then we all had chocolate...) and my grandmother showed her love by buying me sweets, cakes, ice-cream etc. Neither of them were wholly wrong, or right, but it is definitely something that has contributed to my dysfunctional relationship with food.
I am trying desperately not to resort to old habits, but when feeling overwhelmed by emotion; I don't know how else to handle it. I'm hoping gym and swimming today will take my mind off eating and enable me to stay on track!