Anyone ever just eat for the sake of it making you feel happy?
I've had such a shit month and i just can't see the next month getting any better tbh.
And i can't stop eating. Honestly. It's like i'll say to myself 'put the crisps down!!! You will get fat! Down! Now!' But i tell myself to shut up (not literally - i'm not THAT mad ... yet) and i eat them....and i enjoy it. God do i enjoy it....
So...why does eating food make you feel better? I don't get it.
For me...it's like, i have nothing else to look forward to most of the time other than 'oooo, takeaway tonight'. And, looking forward to that makes the day feel a little better.
I think yours is a very common behaviour. I myself used to eat a lot of chips, chocolate, candies etc. when felt blue and discontented.
Here's what I found on Urby:
1. comfort food
(n) Defined as food that gives emotional comfort to the one eating it, these tend to be favorite foods of childhood, or linked to a person, place or time with which the food has a positive association.
2. comfort food
food that is not only comforting to the taste buds, but all the other senses.
Fear not, Lozzy, you had a shit month and maybe you're a bit in a low mood. It's just a phase.
Honestly, I never felt like eating made me feel better when I was blue, maybe because I enjoy food in general and eating makes me happy, so the situation is not extraordinary when I'm down. I actually hate eating when I'm depressed - I see it as a good excuse to lose weight, I just don't feel like doing anything, so why eat if I won't enjoy it?
I any case Loz, do whatever the fuck you want. It may be unhealthy or for some frowned upon, but who gives a shit, just eat and rejoice. The world is your packet of crisps.
ahhhhhhh, just to fill up my mouth with creamy stuff, like cream cheese pies, and custards, and tapico, and cheesecake. comfort food!
Or spaghetti!
or grits!
Or bread pudding!
Or lasagna, ahhhh lasagna, yes, yes, yes!
or pasta salad with veggies
spaghetti with lots of cheeses instead of meat. yummmmmmmmmmmm
I make a very, very, excellenty-good raisin pie that is my great-grandmother's recipe from England, or else it came from Scotland. Doesn't matter. It's very good. I only make it for holidays.
I try very hard not to eat for comfort, as I *am* fat and have high cholesterol.
But--eating stimulates opiate production in the brain and in your gut, so eating gives you a double-whammy of the "feel-good" chemicals your brain naturally produces. So eating when you're down is instinctive. Sugar and chocolate are particularly effective.
But Lozzy, if you go for more than a couple of weeks feeling like the only thing to look forward to is eating, and if you start gaining weight, that's when you need to do something about it. An occasional bag of crisps isn't a problem. A bag of them every day, especially if you're using it to avoid thinking about what's *really* wrong with your life--that's a problem.
Those shoulder pads make me think it could be from 40's. Once I saw a documentary about WWII with clips in which American soldiers were invited to use condoms while abroad by their ranking officers.
Today, all I've had are 2 ham sandwiches. Its all I have in the house, until I spend my ridiculous pennies at the corner shop tomorrow. It is bed time now. I could always eat my breasts.
You could also check behind grocery stores. Here in the US, stores throw away perfectly good food, just because a wrapper is broken or part of the food is a bit crushed. Restaurants sometimes throw out perfectly good stuff, too. "Freegan" dining is all the rage. Don't know what it's like in the UK. But desperate times call for desperate measures. If I'd known about it back when I was poor, I would have done it in a heartbeat.
I also stole cabbages from a farm that was just leaving them out long after harvest. When you're hungry, food is food--they were very good cabbages, too! Very sweet. I'd go at dusk and take some from the back corner where there were some bushes I could hide in. I ate a lot of cabbage for 2 weeks, then the farmer plowed them under! After that, I didn't feel so guilty about stealing the cabbages.
I was so hungry, and this huge field of cabbages (about an acre) was just sitting there untended. Yes, it was stealing, but after the farmer plowed them under, I didn't feel guilty about it. He didn't want them anyway.
And Possum, I once went out back of my local Stop & Shop, and saw a huge pile of loaves of bread, still in their wrappers. They looked fine; the dates on the tags were from the day before, though, and by law, they had to throw them away. I asked if I could have a couple, and the guy yelled at me to get off the premises.