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I just wanted to confess something to you all, quickly:

"Hi, my name is Jill and I'm a stress-eater."

It's a problem that I've known about for a while.  Most of the time, it's something salty and then I tell myself that I have to follow up with something sweet, but I can't have the sweet thing be the last thing I eat, so I follow up again with something salty.  It's an evil cycle but at least I'm aware.

Today, well, just a few minutes ago... I was eating a mini Reece Cup and then followed by a cookies-n-cream mini egg from Easter.  I don't really think that I'm hungry, I'm just a little stressed.  Nothing that I can do about it really, just trying to manage.

I googled "stress eating" and found this quiz... Take it and see where you fall.  This answers a lot of my questions and frustration about trying to lose weight.

Links with helpful information:

How can I stop stress eating?

Stress Eater Diet

Stress and Eating


SassyTimes said…
Hi, my name is Steffany and I'm a stress-eater too. The sole reason my baby weight will not disappear. Baby screams, Toddler whines, I eat junk. :(
Sarah W said…
Yeah, ditto. I'm also a stress DRINKER... as in... "Today sucked. Let's go get a couple beers." And that usually ends up including some horrible-for-you appetizer. Not good for weight-loss.

You're not alone!

I'm trying to make RUNNING my stress reliever instead of eating/drinking. It works better than consuming stuff... when I actually do it.
Danica said…
I'm such a stress eater too!
36X37 said…
heh. We stress eaters should start a support group. Last Tuesday, I found myself up too late at night working on too much work related stuff, eating too much RediWhip straight from the can.

That said, I think you're being way too hard on yourself! :)

Love the blog. Keep up the great work!

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