when wives turn to food

so this afternoon i was talking about how my hubby’s always so busy training his shogun army to pay attention to me. guess what i did: yep, i wasn’t kidding, i went and got myself french fries and ice cream. nothing like comfort food to cheer a girl up.

my sister and i went to Greenhills Shopping Center which is a haven for bargain shoppers, party-goers and foodies. at first, i thought this was a bad idea; i’m walking around aisles and aisles of shoes and bags (at bargain price at that!) knowing i can’t buy anything, it was making me feel worse.

Greenhills Shopping Center

Greenhills Shopping Center (Photo credit: Ced)

but then we went into this novelty store i’ve loved since high school and found this:

me in a mug

(which i think was totally made for me); my mood started to lighten up. but the main attraction of the day is none other than a girl’s bestfriends–not diamonds, silly, i meant ice cream and fries! (or in this case, hot fudge sundae and fries)

comfort food!

so why do women turn to food when they’re feeling less than great? According to a medical/health website, comfort foods usually contain fatty acids that:

“provide the positive benefits for enhancing moods and brain function which improve our thinking, feelings, and behavior [and] are becoming recognized for their mood-stabilizing and antidepressant effects as well as satiety”

of course, we know that succumbing to all those oh-so-yummy comfort foods increases our chances of becoming overweight, or worse, obese.

if that is the case, i think emotional eating can be best resolved by unrooting the actual problem: our emotions. until we learn to accept that there is something else we are trying to gain rather than the pleasure of ice cream in our mouths, we would never stop reaching for that next pint of rocky road.

oh, i gained weight after child birth (two years after!)…

i went downstairs after my nap this afternoon and found my mother in our living room visiting with good tidings (meaning bags of food items). after i set the pork nilaga to cook on the stove, i decided to eat the 1-piece chicken meal waiting for me on the table (my first student’s class was in thirty minutes, the nilaga won’t be ready by then).

after my second class of the night, i ran to the bathroom downstairs just in time to see my mom just getting back from the convenience store with my toddlers. oh, and were there lots of goodies! chocolate-chip bread loaf, kariman and a late night staple–ice cream!

my next classes after that were spent (quietly) munching on bread and ice cream while my students practice their English. it was definitely a treat.

so why tell you this? why do i have to write about me munching on food while on class? oh, and did i mention i’m overweight?

the women in our family are the type who gain weight after child birth. or who gain weight-period. and i’ve had struggles with weight since i was in grade school. i managed to gain control towards the end of high school but that doesn’t mean i never had ups and downs with weight gain again ever; but at least it was more or less under control then. then i had my first baby and it was still good (guhhdd…); gained some weight then lost them easily with breastfeeding. my second pregnancy was a different story, though. unlike my first one, i was eating fast-food dinners (and i mean french fries, sundaes…), instant noodles, fried stuff. and i attribute that to the fact that i was working in the night shift at the time (yeah, right).

now my youngest daughter is two years and three months old and all the weight is still there…with extras. i know i’m way past the “i-just-had-a-baby” excuse. and it’s not like i’m using that either. oh, i tried the 4-minute exercise (10 jumping-jacks+10 push-ups+10 squats+10 lunges repeatedly for 4 minutes). it was great, until my aunt from NJ went back home for a two-week vacation and started yet another family eating spree.

so now i’m back to my old ways. do i want to lose the weight and get back to my hot mummah body?–of course. but i just can’t seem to muster enough will to do it. it’s not that i don’t know what to do–but i cannot make up my mind to just do it. am i in denial?–maybe. i haven’t stepped on the scale for god-knows-how-long (the horror!)…

i’m sure weight struggles are anything but new to mothers. and i think now being able to talk about it in an outlet such as this is a step (maybe) towards inspiring the change in me. sure, eating is a way for us to bond, but if i want to, there are “work-arounds.”

how did you lose your childbirth weight?