I'm reading this book called Eat What You Love, Love What You Eat (There's a related website you can check out called Am I Hungry?) And that's why tonight I was able to stop myself in the kitchen in the middle of a sort-of binge.
I simply placed my hand on my abdomen and said, "Am I hungry?"
And I realized that no, I was absolutely not hungry. So I stopped eating.
I was stressed out. Tired. Exhausted after spending almost my entire day with people that I don't know all that well. (I have an acquaintance who is pregnant with twins who have Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome and she just had a specialized laser surgery to try to fix the problem with her unborn babies. I spent my day, from 2 p.m. to 7 p.m. keeping her company and watching her two-year old and one-year old. She's on complete bedrest.)
People wear me out. I am an introvert--not a crazy hermit-type, but spending time with people depletes me.
At 8 p.m., I left her house (with my 7-year old, who'd spent the whole day with me) and drove directly to a small-group gathering that I attend. (About a dozen people, give or take.) I probably shouldn't have gone to that meeting as I was already worn out, but I went. Then, I returned home in time to work my usual three hour shift (from 9 p.m. to midnight).
I totally wanted to rest, to lay down and watch t.v., maybe, or read. But I couldn't, because I had to work at my computer.
But I could eat. And so I did. I'll spare you the details, but I wasn't hungry after the fat-free popcorn--but I was crazed and kept eating.
At least I realized at some point that I was eating because I was wiped out, emotionally and physically.
So, check out that Am I Hungry? website. I think it has some really valuable information presented in a clear and useful way. And then you can ask yourself, "Am I hungry?"