My Story – My Rebellion

My Story – My Rebellion

It all started with a heart attack.

One massive, life crushing heart attack.

When you lose someone you love, people always say they can remember that day “like it was yesterday.”  That’s not quite the case for me.  Oh, I remember it … the day my mother’s boyfriend ran into the room with the phone, a panic stricken face look on his face, hurling the phone at me like it was the a piece of devil-hot coal.

It’s 911….YOUR MOTHER ISN’T BREATHING!”

That day feels like a century ago to me.  And while I remember how those next 15 minutes progressed (lifeless eyes, the sound of gurgling air, the temporary disappearance of my little brother from the scene, as he attempted to cope with what was happening, the stopping of time as we waited desperately for the ambulance to get there, the physical exhaustion from the CPR…)…

It’s all veiled in a hazy cloud of time passed.  The pain of that day is now, fortunately, muted by nearly 15 years.

Looking back on the months leading up to that moment, and the week beyond it until we buried my mama, makes me shake my head in disbelief.

The signs of her impending doom had been there.  The building blockages that had been causing her pain disguised themselves and chronic heartburn.  Her heart’s decreased ability to pump oxygen to her body presented as the fatigue associated with being a single mother plagued by a nasty, stressful divorce. 

Oh…and there was that visit with the ER doctor the night before she died.

The signs were there.

She told them she thought she was having heart attack.  They did an EKG that desperately screamed “HELP ME” but either (a) did not read it before sending her home or (b) did not care what it said and sent her home anyway.

She had died the next morning at home of a massive, misdiagnosed, preventable heart attack.

The signs were there.

Why didn’t anyone see them?

The Divorce Years

 

Rewinding a bit … My parents divorced about 9 years prior to my mother’s passing … when I was maybe around 12 years old?  The years get fuzzy – but needless to say, this period of a pre-teen’s life is an extremely vulnerable one. The beginning of junior high is a time of “finding yourself.”  A child needs stability more than ever as they begin to navigate this new, crazy world of personlities and cliques and boyfriends and…well you know.  When I look back at pictures from that time, it’s easy to see that my weight was crawling upward slowly.  I was using food to cope with what was turning out to be a horrible, nasty, bitter, kids-in-the-middle kind of divorce.

So I ate.  A lot.

And so began what I believe to be the start my deep, DEEP connection between food, eating, emotions and dieting.

 

The Lupus Years.

At age 15, 4 years prior to my mother’s death, I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE) an autoimmune disease that affects the internal organs and connective tissues.  I was pretty lucky – SLE is often a difficult disease to diagnose, due to it’s constellation of symptoms. 

I was fortunate though.

My mother was a crazy, beautifully psycho Mama-Bear when it came to her kids.  She KNEW something was wrong when the swelling began. I remember laughing and telling her “Hey mom!  My feet look like jiggly water balloons!”

She didn’t think it was funny.  We were in the ER that night.  Stage IV kidney dysfunction and 3 days later, I was getting  the first of many rounds of Cytoxan and high dose prednisone (which sent me appetite out of control), two drugs that together would be an unstoppable force for my lupus.

But it would also claim my hair, my slim face and thin body.

 

Oh – and did I mention that the nasty contention STILL persisted between my parents?  The simmering tension, despite their separation, continued to smolder inside my heart and my stomach.  Add in a constant cocktail of high dose steroids?

It shouldn’t surprise you that I eventually hit 300lb – almost 135lb greater than my pre-lupus weight.

I didn’t realize it then – but my relationship with food what the youth like to call a “hot fu**ing mess”

 

The Post Heart Attack Years


We all have moments in our lives that we call “turning points.”  Massive changes in trajectories that propel us forward into scarily unknown realms.

The untimely, unfair death of mother was my biggest one.

It took a long time for me to come out from under the oppressive blanket her sudden death had laid upon me.  I was 19 at the time of her passing, dabbling in community college and working part time.  Sort of an “I tried to go to college for a year, (Western Mich), got SUPER homesick and came home to try and figure things out” phase. Needless to say, the blow of my loss took its toll on my life in many ways … education and career being one of them.

It was at about age 20 that I decided to “take my health seriously.”  My weight had gone even higher after she died, as I dealt with depression and some the post traumatic stress stuff that followed.  But the fog DID lift and I realized my health behaviors … well…

They sucked.

So I reduced the calories.  I worked out.  I lost 80lb.

And to all my HAES and intuitive eating lovelies – I’m gonna keep it real.

I felt great.

During this time, I had become a CHAMPION for prevention of women’s heart disease.  I had come out of the fog and decided to turn my pain into something that mattered.  I owned my story.  I spoke at events for the American Heart Association.  I decided to become a Registered Dietitian and preach the gospel of heart health through the use of delicious and nutritious food.  I told my mother’s story on the Dr. Oz Show (before he became a quack ha ha).  I wrote articles.  I campaigned. I changed lives.

It rocked.

I rocked. 

I was on top of the world.

The Pre-Baby Prep Years


During my time at Michigan State University, I met and fell in love with my current husband, Rich.  I felt so lucky, because he loved me as I was (at the time, I was still self conscious that I needed to lose that last 50lb to be able to “find a man”  We got married and spent the next few years enjoying baby-free marital fun!

Rich and I

Then the time came when we knew we wanted to start a family.

Yay!!!!!!!….right?

Well yes…except there would no “ooops! We’re pregnant”

Lupus makes for an automatically high risk pregnancy and the CellCept I had been on for years was the BIGGEST of No-No’s for pregnancy.  The only solution was to wean off the Cellcept, then I had to stay 100% stable lupus wise for six straight months, and only then could I try.  Trial and error found that I needed to be on high dose IV solumedrol for that six months, PLUS the oral steroids.

Before I go on – let me talk to you a little about how the idea of chronic prednisone made my insides shiver.

Like, shiver a deep, bone chilling wave of fear.

The weight was going to come back during this process.  It sent my dieting self into a tizzy, but I focused on trying to keep the weight from piling on.

In the two years of preparation required before we could try to become pregnant, I gained 15lb, got off the CellCept and onto the high dose steroids.  It was my new, ever present, regular medication regimen.  I remember thinking “Not too shabby” as I got my first pregnant weight done at the doctor.  Seemed I had minimized the “damage.”

 

The Pregnancy Year


Dude.  Pregnancy SUCKED for me.

Like, 100%, down and dirty, hate my life

It’s quite unfortunate to think about now, now that I have this bubbling, happy healthy little 2 year old boy.  But during those 8.5 months I was pregnant, the depths of my worry can not be described.  For years, it had been hammered into my head the risk of miscarriage with lupus. 

Maternity photo intuitive eating

The risk!! They shouted.  THE RISK!!!

Physically, I actually felt great. My lupus was under great control.  His heart was beating every time we go an ultrasound. But I couldn’t shake the fear of loss.  What if I lost him at 6 months?  What if I lost him at 3?  What if he died at birth?   I’d have to start over. I’d be on prednisone forever. I’ll never get my life and body back.  I’ll be a round balloon forever (isn’t it sad that this was just a huge part of my thought process? In a time when I should be reveling in the fact that I was pregnant…much of my energy centered on the state of my body). The thoughts were constant and oppressive.  I wanted this baby more than anything, but also wanted off the prednisone, it’s horrid weight gaining and body damaging effects.  My cholesterol was up and I had developed cataracts. Never once was I able to enjoy the fact that there was a life inside me.  The fear of loss and ALL it could bring paralyzed me, down into my soul.

So I ate.  A lot.

You know, if you look at all the “pregnancy charts”, a 15lb pregnancy weight gain is about normal.  I did exactly what my body needed to do, and for that I was proud. Unfortunately, I still had this “OMG you’ve gained 30lb” cloud sort of hanging over my head.  I did my best to flick it off my shoulder, because hell, the baby was out, he was healthy!   

 

Nothing though … and I repeat NOTHING … prepared me for what was going to come next.

The Post Partum Depression Year

The dark shroud of what happened after my baby still makes me again, shiver, when I think about it.  I needed a c-section to give birth to him  safely.  He came out.  He cried.  We rejoiced.  The lack of sleep began.

However, being cared for in the hospital after a c-section was awesome.  My meds were on time.  We had help.  We were in the new baby bliss.  I was hurting, but happy.  Mind blown and all. Then we went home. The horrific roller coaster of emotions literally started about 1 mile from our house.  I cried.  Just cried for no reason. Then it was over.  Then I got home and showered, in pain, and cried again.

If you’ve had a baby, you know the hormone swings I was talking about.

It didn’t ease for me.  The darkness just kept on going. I hated my life. I hated myself for hating my life.  I resented my baby.  I regretted my decision.  I was in pain.  I couldn’t exercise. I couldn’t sleep. I was stuck at home, done with my career (decided prior to be a stay at home mom) and felt not one ounce of joy. So in order to keep this black hole from sucking me in…I turned to one thing that was always stable and always there. Food. 

So I ate. A lot.  

The Post-Post Partum Depression and #MyDietRebellion Years


When the fog of my deeply dark days lifted, I realized I had gained some more weight.   It was shocking, but I had started to adjust to my new life as a mom.  The routine was in place.  Exercise was a thing again.  I was thinking clearly.
I could “undo” the damage.

Boy, was I in for a treat.

During the times of pregnancy, I knew that I wanted to start my own business, helping women lose weight like I had previously.  I was really looking forward to this entrepreneurial life and to my up and coming weight loss. The weight loss that didn’t happen. The gravity of this was hard for me.  No matter how much I tried to diet or lose the weight, the stress of the dieting overcame me.  I could no longer be “perfect” with my dieting habits (being a mom won’t allow for it).  The harder I tried, the more psychotic I felt about food. I couldn’t lose the weight.  My eating habits were whack.  I saw my dreams of becoming my own boss fly out the window.  How could I counsel on things I couldn’t make happen? I can’t recall the exact point in time I embraced the intuitive eating lifestyle.  Maybe it was in the middle of a desperate crying fit of frustration with my dieting efforts.  They weren’t getting me anywhere but highly stress, bigger than I was before and completely distracted from my life. This, my friends, is how the #MyDietRebellion was born.  The Health at Every Size and Intuitive Eating Movement had started to seep into my life.  Not sure how.  The book had been on my shelf for a while but never acknowledged. I wanted so desperately to feel good and strong again.  I wanted to enjoy eating healthfully and lose the militant exercise.  It drained me, deep to my soul.  And if you’re a mother, you know how beautifully soul sucking motherhood already was.

I had less than nothing left to give.

I was tired of looking the mirror and literally saying out loud “UGH” to what I saw.  I was tired of feeling guilty if I consumed sugar.  The feelings of failure that constantly tornadoed around me had whipped me into an angry frenzy. I wanted my life back.  I wanted to be there for my son.  I wanted to be there for my husband.

I wanted more…for ME.

Thus I began to build a new way of health for myself…a diet rebellion of sorts, and committed to caring for myself in deeper ways than the number on the scale.  I knew the time had come to accept that diets did not work. It would be easy for me to say that a lightbulb just CAME ON one day and BOOM, I was at peace with food and my body.  But it didn’t.  Anyone who tells you otherwise should be given a real solid side eye.  I’d describe it more a slow burn, one that smoldered in the back of my mind for a very long time.  It kept whispering the truth to me, but I didn’t want to fully accept it. I mean, if I’m gonna be honest with you? Sometimes there are days when I still don’t want to accept that diets are damaging. 

I want to believe that if I could just dig deep enough … for just long enough … that THIS time, the weight will fall off and all my problems will disappear.  That I will suddenly experience the level of self love I’ve pined for all my life. 

That I will finally be worthy.

But I know it’s all a lie.  My eyes have been opened, and they can’t unsee the truth of what has been seen.

The truth that I AM beautiful, no matter my body size.

That I AM worthy of love, no matter my body size.

That there truly is a HAPPY, HEALTHY life outside of diets.

 

And friend – THAT freedom has been sweeter than any diet has EVER been.

Christin Morgan Registered Dietitian #MyDietRebellion

Does this story resonate with you?  Or have you gone through anything similar?  Please – I’d love to have you comment below and share your story.  It helps to know you are not alone!

With the warmth of an oversized grandpa sweater,

Christie

 

 


 

So many of you have asked me how I came to where I am today – this is my story.  I started the tale in my formative years, because I believe that is where I created the very difficult bond between my emotions and food.  My parents’ tumultuous divorce combined with the insertion of a chronic appetite stimulant (prednisone) into my life, it’s VERY easy to see where my issues with food began.  The devastating, unnecessary death of my mother was the thing that drove me to nutrition, originally as an outlet for channeling my grief.  My baby story?  That’s almost one by itself.

The major reason I am telling my story is because I want you to know that I’m in the thick with you.  We all have our stories, some more tragic than others, but none more important than any.  We all got to this same diet desperation. Just all using slightly different paths.   The stress and the self-hatred and the anxiety caused by food can be debilitating.  And then there are the times when life ITSELF becomes debilitating.  So many of us fall back into food as a source of comfort…which in my personal professional opinion ISN’T the problem.

The PROBLEM is dieting and the diet culture we live in.  It tells us to IGNORE what our bodies innately know what to do.  It uses a small mechanical monster (the scale) to drain our feelings of self worth.

It makes you feel WEAK and that you LACK willpower.  That if you just “tried harder” you’d be perfectly healthy and thin or whatever.  It makes you feel gross and ugly.   You feel like a failure.  You wish you could sew your mouth shut, so that you can lose the weight, so all your problems will go way.

It’s a cycle of vicious proportions.

So let me help you break it.  


“Prior to Christie’s challenge, I HATED my body. I had tried all kinds of diets in an effort to change myself but they always left me MORE stressed when they inevitably failed. I would start to feel guilty about everything I ate, and that was hard, because I love food.  

This challenge has changed me – I’ve finally realized I don’t need to diet to be happy, and that I have permission to love myself right where I am. I am always a work in progress – but now that I’ve seen that the grass is greener on the other side – I don’t want to go back! 

Thank you Christie, THANK YOU, for all the life changing advice and guidance this challenge gave me!  

I want to invite you RIGHT NOW to sign up for a little 5 Day Kickstart to a Diet Free Life Challenge I created and ran in October of 2017.  The results people experienced were profound and eye opening.  This road to true health isn’t always going to be easy, but ANY new journey must ALWAYS have a place to start.

CwC 004: Simple Ways to Avoid the Holiday Food Stress

CwC 004: Simple Ways to Avoid the Holiday Food Stress

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It’s the moooossst wonderful tiiimmmme of the year.

 

Or is it?   I get it.  Some of you might have experienced a little pit in your stomach when imagining all the turkey, and family, and pie, and parties and ALL that stuff that is coming up.  The subtle (or sometimes not so subtle) holiday food stress that seems to arise around this time can be extremely overwhelming.

Trust me, I know.  The amount of Halloween candy that entered my house was RIDICULOUS this year.

You create contingency plans for ensuring you don’t stuff yourself at Grandma’s.  You take a different route to your desk, so as to bypass Betty’s candy dish full of your favorite holiday chocolates.  You stress over trying cut the calories in the recipes you make (doesn’t matter that it taste like cardboard right? Long as there are less calories!)

Basically, we need to STOP.  We need to stop giving food SO MUCH negative power in our lives around this time of year. So many of us lament about how we can’t control ourselves around these foods, or that it’s inevitable that you will gain 5-10 simple AWFUL pounds.  Now, I am not saying that we should ignore our health in favor of eating #allthethings.

What I AM saying is there are things you can start implementing in your life now, before the big holidays hit, to help you stop defining the holidays in terms of “good foods” and “bad foods” or “holiday weight gain” or “no holiday weight gain”  It doesn’t have to be all about avoiding the cookies or exercising off that turkey.  In fact, we know from the research that this mentality violently backfires on us…leading us down a road of deprivation, starvation and a loss of control

I don’t know about you – but I’m getting older..and the older I get…the fewer energy stores I have. I certainly can’t be wasting that energy on worrying about whether or not my pie slices if an 1/8th of the pie…or 16th…or 1/3rd…

So as we we move forward into these holidays of 2017 – I wanted to extend you to PERMISSION to enjoy them, the KNOWLEDGE that food is not your enemy and the UNDERSTANDING that self care is a vital part of holiday season.  Below is a list of things I want you to to remember this year, along with some actionable items to start putting them into practice!

>> Focus on the Reason for the Season


Hahaha. How cliche did sound?  But in all honesty – things are cliche for a reason – because they are usually true. Again, maybe this comes with me getting a bit older and more appreciative of the shortness of life.  We will never, ever know if today is our last day.  That is why we need to stop, and take a moment to ask ourselves if holiday food stress is really how we want to demonstrate thankfulness.  Do we REALLY want to burn ourselves out on the fact that grandma’s pie has 20 grams of fat per slice…and miss out on the wonder of our children, or the changing colors, or the deep gratefullness you have for the things in your life?

Action step:

Come up with one new way you can show appreciation for the holiday this year…and DO IT.  Examples include: sending cards to people telling them how you are thankful for them, making Christmas cookies for the less fortunate, surprising a tired mom with a night of free babysitting, hugging someone who needs it.

 


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>> Be Mindful of What You Choose to Eat


Lets face it.  There are going to be a few times during the holidays where you are faced with giant tables or buffets full of food.  Now remember….you have permission to eat when you want!  However, this season, take a millisecond before you grab the spoon and ask yourself “Do I really want to eat this?  Is it something that is going to satisfy my palate, or am I just eating it because it’s there?”

Action Step

Keep this mantra in mind when it’s time to eat:  If it’s not amazing, consider leaving it off your plate!


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>> Pumpkin Pie is Available All Year Round


It is important to remember that the a vast majority of us have access to any food we want, at pretty much any time we want it.  Do you feel like one of the reasons you may eat past your comfort level, is because it’s a “once a year” thing?  The good news is….IT’S NOT!  That may seem obvious but it’s not.  We get caught up in the holiday specific foods because such an integral part of that holiday…we don’t tent to make them part of the rest of our year!

Action Step

If your trigger food is sweet potato pie….consider making that specific pie every 1-2 months as a dessert.  Enjoy it.  Savor it.  It doesn’t have to only happen in November!



>> How to Handle Food Pushers


Sometimes our well intended relatives can be a stressor.  They offer you food and don’t want to take no for an answer. “Oh, just one more.” or  “But your grandma slaved over it” or “You need a little meat on your bones.”   It can be frustrating!  You don’t want to eat…but you don’t want to be rude.  The result?  You forcing food in you otherwise wouldn’t have eaten.

Action Step

When someone pushes food on you, considering holding up a hand gently and say “Not right now – but maybe later.”  This takes the pressure away from your, but leaves it open to later consumption.  Sates both parties!



>> Remember – You Aren’t Bad If You Overeat 

Food is amoral.  Meaning, you aren’t good if you eat it.  You aren’t bad if you eat it.  You are just eating.  So I have been talking all about saying no, only eating what is really delicious etc.  These kinds of things will leave you much more comfortable at the end of dinner than you would have otherwise been.  But let’s say things don’t go this way – you snack mindlessly, or you have one more piece of pie because the company is good and it’s going around the table.

YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE.

Intuitive, normal eaters experience times of excessive eating.  It happens.  I REPEAT: This happens!  So stop beating yourself up – it’s not a situation unique to you – EVERYONE has experienced this 🙂

Action Step

If overeating and discomfort occurs for you, and the angry and deprecating voices start going in your head, take a 5 minute self compassion break. Take a few moments to be non judgementally mindful of what happened {“I ate past comfort levels” vs {“I’m so weak, I just kept eating and eating! Ugh!”}  Remove judgement.  Say something kind to yourself.  Remember that you are not alone in this struggle.  Then move on.  Or…if you like quieting your mind – download this self compassion break meditation by clicking HERE


 

In summary … you have the RIGHT to enjoy the holidays and not be plagued with guilt, worry and anxiety over food.  The truth is this: You may gain some weight over the holidays.  You may not.  I promise you, friend…either way?  It’s not the end of the world

It’s not the end of the world.  You are just as worthy, beautiful and awesome now as you were before the holiday. 

So take the time, enjoy the food you want and put the food back that you don’t want.  Experience the love of your friends and family over a table full of deliciousness and be GRATEFUL for what is going on around you.

THAT my friend, is what the holiday is all about.

Raising a glass of holiday cheer to ya!

Christie

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CwC 002: 5 Unconventional Tips for Managing Your Emotional Eating.

CwC 002: 5 Unconventional Tips for Managing Your Emotional Eating.

Emotional eating sucks. In my experience with helping women like you (as well as my OWN personal experience), it’s one of THE HARDEST things to manage. Notice I didn’t say “control” (because control of one of the reasons we struggle in the first place!
  
Unfortunately, there is no easy answer to excessive eating due to emotional stress. It’s complex and it’s different for everyone. Some people just need habit readjustment. Some need deeper in work. Others need therapy! But no matter what your situation is, you’re not alone sister. (I’m pretty sure I binge ate some animal crackers the other night after my kid accidentally kicked me in the face and then dropped my fit bit into the tub full of water.
   
In today’s Coffee with Christie, were gonna chat about some ways to manage emotional eating that we all can benefit. What I love most about these tips is that they are a bit different from the usual advice.
   
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Here’s the gist:

To start getting control of your emotional eating and food, try integrating some (or all) of these tips:

1- Remind yourself that using food for comfort sometimes, just like a hot bath or a nap, is OKAY! Its NOT the end of the world! It’s only one of many coping mechanisms you can have

2- Be mindful of your decision to emotionally. If you are stressed and want to eat, say to yourself “I am making the decision to eat for comfort….the stress isn’t making the decision for me” . This can help bring you back to earth and reduce the amount you might eat.

3- Stimulate one of your other four senses (look at pretty pictures, listen to great music, surround yourself in a soft blanket, light a candle with your favorite scent.

4- Do an internal assessment. Is there some other part of my life that isnt being tended to enough? (Sleep, exercise, creativity etc)

5- Plan for your triggers and have an easy to go to alternative plan!

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3 Ways Journaling Can Help Heal Your Relationship with Food

3 Ways Journaling Can Help Heal Your Relationship with Food

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What is Journaling?

Essentially, journaling is the process of putting your thoughts, emotions, experiences and observations down on paper.  It can be daily, it can be when the mood strikes you…it can be whenever.  The key thing?

That your process WORKS FOR YOU.

I have been going through a pretty cool book called “Let it Out: A Journal through Journaling” by Katie Dalebout.

Katie is a funky millennial from the Detroit area (holla!) that loves deep conversations, soul searching and other cool stuff like that.  She speaks to my hipster side! 🙂

Anyway, she describes journaling as a way to get UNSTUCK.  I love that idea.  SO many of us gals who are trying to get unstuck in our journey to weight loss do the exact opposite.  We end up in a pile of mud so thick, you could mistake us for Atreyu’s horse from the Never Ending Story (yikes!)

Journaling can give you a way to put all those feelings on paper…things you never wanted to say outloud or didn’t know you needed to say.  You can talk about it to your journal and never be unsafe.  Recording your journey can be an invaluable tool for pushing you toward your health goals in a way you never have before.  So let’s take a look at 3 actionable ways that journaling can help you lose weight.

1. Journaling can help you heal.

If you are reading this blog, you likely have had emotional eating issues.  Everyone’s emotional journey is different, but chances are, you’ve got some sort of baggage hanging around. I’m not saying that you wake up every day thinking about your divorce from 10 years ago and decide “Hey I’m going to eat 14 donuts because I’m single”  You may not be thinking anything when you reach for 14 donuts.  You just feel some sort of emptiness. So you eat. Over time, we may think that some of our issues are resolved, when they really may not be.  So what do we do?  We tend to reach for food.

Journaling is one way for you to start getting deep with yourself and figure out why you are struggling.  If you don’t need professional help for your issues, (and honestly not every one needs to.  Just because you emotionally eat doesn’t mean you need therapy!), the pick up a pencil and paper and start asking yourself the hard questions.  In Katie’s book, she gives a lot of tools for getting this part of your brain stimulated because let’s be honest.  Do you even know how to start this process?  Here is one example:

  1. Write down a specific fear that you have, one that holds you back from achieving something.  Write down one actionable steps that moves you toward that fear.  Make it small and NOT overwhelming.  Now…immediately go out and do that thing.

Easy!  Well.  It’s not easy to face these things, but at least the process is simple.

The point I am trying to make in this bullet point is that journal is one excellent technique that can help you start identifying and working through issues that can cause you emotional harm, and thus unnecessary eating.

Journaling for Weight Loss

 

2. Journaling can clean out the mental garbage.

I mean honestly…who DOESN’T thrive better in an organized environment.  And if you’ve raised your hand, please email me.  We need to talk about this arcane magic you us! hhahah

Honestly though, our American lifestyles have left us in a constant state of “what’s next?”  We run the kids around, run to work, make food, find time for exercise, get the dog to the vet…it never ends.  With increased busyness can come a myriad of unfinished projects, piles, mental garbage and other things that just crowd you out.  You’re left with a feeling that nothing is done, you’re unorganized and just plain frustrated.  How might we cope with this?

You got it.

Food!

How I feel when I'm stressed.

Writing in a journal is a GREAT way to brain dump.  Basically, writing down anything and everything that is on your mind.  Once it’s out of your head, you start to sort through the stuff that’s just not worth being stressed about.

3. Journaling can help you keep your goals present and accounted for.

If you’ve ever made a commitment to yourself to lose weight and had grand plans to change, it’s very possible that these goals got lost in the shuffle of life (see my previous post!).   If you maintain a regular journaling practice, you have these goals written down where you can revisit them.  Instead of saying them to the air (where they promptly get sucked up the exhaust fan and out into the atmosphere, never to be seen again), they have a physical place in the world.  They have a home on these pages where they can serve to invigorate when you feel tired or as a reminder when you forget.

Basically? It serves as an accountability partner (just made of trees).

 

If you are interested in diving deeper into journaling, I would suggest checking out Katie’s book here. 

If you aren’t digging a book and would just like a good solid list of journaling prompts to get you started, then join my “Say Goodbye to Emotional Eating: 30 Day Journaling Challenge!  Scroll down for deets!!!

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