Eating Is Not A Solution

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Yesterday I ate oven-backed French fries with garlic soy sauce. Twice.

I knew I shouldn’t, but something inside made me wanted to.

I didn’t enjoy eating. My stomach was hurting even whilst eating. Yet for done reason I didn’t stop.

Now, the next morning, I have a bad stomach ache and I spent the last 15 minutes in the bathroom…

I did this to myself. Those extra fries added no value to my life or health.

I think I ate them because I was seeking comfort. Which is strange because I don’t even feel all that stressed anymore.

Something is telling me I’m actually stressed all the time and I don’t even know it. I’ve been living with it for so many years now, I guess I got numb to it, though I still suffer the other effects of it, such as:
1. craving comfort
2. snapping at others
3. having a scattered mind
4. getting occasional headaches

And who knows what else it’s causing to my body. I will probbaly journal about that in the near future and see what solutions I come up with.

Until then, it’s clear that eating is not a solution. Hence from now on, whenever I get a craving for food, I will ask myself: “Will this food make me healthier? And does eating this meal have a positive impact on my long-term goals?”

If the answer isn’t “Yes.” to both of those, I can probably do without eating for a few more hours, or until the next day if it’s already passed lunch.

Thank you,
Robert

P.S.: If you ever need to talk with someone, have any questions whatsoever, or just want to say hi, please email me@robertindries.com. I’d love to meet you.

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