Oh, it's a struggle.
The Lovely Daughter and I are talking about trying to lose some weight together. For her, it's a matter of a few post-college pounds. For me, it's a good many more.
A few years ago, a friend of mine who also struggles with weight, as well as with some unhappiness and dissatisfaction with her life, told me that food "gives life a little sparkle" ~ and she wasn't much inclined to give up that little bit of glitz.
Like most emotional eaters, that "sparkle" for me helps to deal with just about every kind of negative emotion.
I also have an unusual pragmatic issue around food: No sense of smell so little sense of taste. All those recipes that promise intriguing flavors are lost on me. Food for me is about texture and addictions to the tastes of sugar and salt and ~ ahem ~ fat. Lean meat and diet foods -- nothing whatever appealing about them. Fish with lemon? ~ I might as well consume a piece of notebook paper.
I think that mindful eating might be something of a solution. But honestly, the whole idea depresses me. I have so many things about which I have no choice but to be mindful. Food is the one thing which I completely let slide. It feels like a punishment to have to be mindful about eating as well as everything else.
I've gained about five pounds in the last three weeks or so because I injured something ~ or a combination of many somethings ~ in my leg at the gym. So in place of walking there's been all that RICE folks suggested, which means more boredom, more food, more depression about my appearance. And fewer clothes that fit.
I'm guessing that I've just got to bite the bullet and become a mindful eater of small portions and get my butt out there and move through the pain.
Suggestions? Has anyone managed the leap from mindless cramming of unhealthy junk into mouth to calm and appreciative eating of cupfuls of, say, broccoli?