"There are many daughters walking around with a hole in their heart in the shape of their father." - H. Norman Wright
Hello, my name is Jayne and I am an emotional eater.
There. I've said it.
I have a majorly addictive personality and my drug of choice is food, always has been. Born into a family of five that grew into eleven over the next ten years, one lesson I learned quickly was that Dad had to work twice as hard with twice as many mouths to feed. He was on the road a lot, but when he was home he would overcompensate by picking up pizza, Kentucky Fried Chicken, or Dairy Queen sundaes to make the few hours he had with us special.
Sadly, he passed away in 2004 but to this day KFC reminds me of a rare sunny Sunday afternoon picnic with Dad. It's a wonder I can keep from eating it every meal. I crave salty, greasy junk food when I'm bored, when I'm sad, and even when I want to celebrate. I think if I fill my stomach, it's the same as filling my heart, but it never is.
I'm so thankful that I found other ways to fill my heart; one of these is a morning at the stables. My strong emotional eating impulses lose their power over me the second I drive onto the property. I'm so excited to get out there by 9:30 am that I'll grab nothing but an apple for breakfast, then spend a fulfilling few hours cleaning up and throwing feed and hanging out with some great people and some great horses. Even if someone brings a snack to share I am not tempted in the least. Food is the last thing on my mind and my stomach has absolutely nothing to say to me until I get home around 1:30 pm.
Of course, my horse doesn't take on the same shape as my father in my emotions but Sportie fills the hole almost completely, and if there's still a little gap it doesn't hurt to grab some KFC on the way home once in awhile.