I like soup when I’m sick.
I gravitate toward mac & cheese when I’m depressed.
I crave McDonalds when I’m feeling fat.

I’ve read articles about “feeling” your feelings, rather than eating them.
I’ve skimmed blogs written by emotional eaters, struggling to over come it.

Taking it all in, for now, I’ve come back to one truth:
I’m an emotional eater.

So what.

I’m rarely sick.
My depression is {mostly} under control.
I fueled this body to run its first marathon on fast food.

Sometimes I feel like eating like crap.
So I do.

Big deal.

I’m an emotional eater.
And I’m okay with that.

In releasing myself from the guilt which often accompanies these binges, and in turn I’m freeing myself from the cycle – engaging in emotional eating less.

And I’m very okay with that.

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