I waged a war with this beast several years ago and it doesn't dare rear it's ugly head any more. In fact, I completely forgot about it until DH asked me one day if I wanted something. I was really upset about something but his question confused me. I tried to think about why this change of subject came about, I wasn't hungry, we just ate dinner, I was UPSET and stressed. So I finally asked "Why?" and I think it dawned on him that I don't do that any more. It took me a little longer to realize he was so used to my habit of listening to this beast as well that he already had his keys in hand ready to run out the door to feed it. Now he has to change his own habit of asking!
It was so hard in the beginning. I acted like a baby and pouted, cried, threw a mini-tantrum about how life wasn't fair in my bedroom... and then I got real and started to journal. I would wait out my feelings, try to figure out the deeper issue to what was going on, do something more constructive or simply GO TO BED. Also, I thought about all the healthy ways I could deal with life without food and the primary one was to ACTUALLY deal with it, not stuff it down and wallow in self-pity.
It took me about 8 months to break the habit, but I'm so glad I did. It's like a baby's habit of sucking it's thumb to sooth themselves... once they break it, if they ever do try again a while down the road, they wonder why the heck it soothed them in the first place and they move on to something else that truly works.
- 4/12/2011 9:54:24 PM