We’ve all been there at one point or another. We’re mad, sad, depressed, angry, lonely, stressed or for that matter, happy, ecstatic, overjoyed or whatever emotion it might be at the time. And whatever emotion happens to be the trigger, food is the only thing that seems to be the answer.
Or so we think.
One week each year, my husband has some monster hours at work and I really don’t get to see him much. I maybe see him for five or 10 minutes in the morning and then at night, he gets home long after I go to bed. Okay, yes, we work together each and every day, but he sits in his office and I sit in my cubicle. We see each other in passing, but we don’t spend time together. Quality time.
I have to admit, this is not a fun time for me. I am one of those lucky, fortunate women who happens to love her husband dearly and enjoys spending time with him. Lots of time with him. I can’t even begin to explain how much I miss him during this week. Foolish to some, I know. Because of this, because of him not being here and me missing him so much, I kind of get in this funk.
A bad funk. A not-so-fun funk. A downright, dark and lonely funk, to be completely honest. I feel lost and almost abandoned. Really, I’m not kidding. Yes, it’s that bad. I know, stupid, huh? I can’t help it.
So what do you think helps me through this funk? Yep, you guessed it, food. I am emotional, therefore I eat. I am lonely, therefore I eat. I am sad, therefore I eat. But it’s not necessarily that I eat A LOT of food during this funk-week of mine, I just eat bad food. I eat junk-ish food. Easy food. Not meals. Just food. Food items. A bag of popcorn here, a candy bar there. Some leftover pasta here, maybe a turkey sandwich there. A McDonald’s ice cream cone here, a Weight Watchers snack cake there. A bowl of cereal here, a piece of chocolate there. See what I’m saying. No actual meals. Just crap.
I do actually try to stay pretty busy with stuff so I don’t eat. However, the "stuff" I busy myself with usually includes my couch and the television or my desk chair and computer. Or maybe a trip to Target or the grocery store or the mall. When I get in my funk, I also don’t do much exercising either. I do sleep a lot, though, so I guess that’s good.
It’s actually pretty funny if I end up going to the grocery store because I think to myself, "Screw it, just go get some ice cream or cookies or whatever and be done with it." I have bad intentions when I walk into the store. I will walk up and down the aisles – always having a conversation with myself in my head about what food – what BAD food – I am going to buy.
For instance, tonight I went to the store to buy some ice cream, some really good, creamy, fattening, ooey-gooey ice cream. I also checked out the cakes, the cookies, the bars and the doughnuts. They all looked good, but luckily, I walked out with only two containers of yogurt and a bag of grapes. Oh, and I guess a white chocolate Kit Kat ended up in my bag as well! I guess it could have been worse, right?
Well, I have two more nights and three more days until he is done with what is known as "Hell Week," and I can’t wait. I can’t wait to have him back and I can’t wait to have our – or should I say my – routine back. Thank goodness it’s only one week out of the whole entire year!