"Hey man, I’m really stressed out?”
“What’s wrong?
“Oh, I just have a lot going on. Work. Home.”
“Well, I could come over. Should I bring my buddies?”
“Yeah that would be great. You Three Musketeers are always there when I need you.”
Why do we turn to food when our stress level is high? Comfort food. A chocolately security blacket. A salty suckie. There are a few reasons. Firstly, the escapability of a favourite food is so immediate. In seconds you can be wolfing down some ju jubes. In those seconds you can clear your mind of the muddle and focus on that sugarly goodness. Secondly, the familarity of the junk food provides a go-to in an often unpredictable world. You know that a Jos. Louis will always taste the same.
Cocaine. Meth. Oxys. Not always the best route for stress relief. Food seems to be the most socially acceptable of the stress relievers. We all have to eat to survive. We want to feel good but do we want feel good about ourselves? An oreo feels good. Seeing an empty row of oreos does not.
The problem with stress-related eating is that it doesn’t take the stress away. Its just a distraction. Sometimes that’s what you need. I get that. “Dad, the dog just peed on the rug.” Insert Kit Kat into mouth. I want to find a place where I don’t sneak gulps out of the Brown Cow. I want to get to a place where I can deal with the situation and not fall back on those temporary Twixes, I mean fixes.
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