I thought I was dealing with Dave's death pretty well. My calorie intake bumped up because I was eating moderately instead of getting permission from MyFitnessPal. But then a few times a week I would eat really recklessly. It was binge eating.
The therapist encouraged me to log what I was eating and what happened before the binge.
Here are the comfort foods I turned to:
Buttered popcorn. It was just one night, Oscars night, and "Buttered popcorn" is not as accurate as "Popcorned butter." I went through a stick of butter and an insufficient number of bags of microwave diet popcorn. At the time I thought the catalyst was Oscars = movies = popcorn, but more probably it was because Dave would annoy me every year by watching the Oscars on his feed several minutes ahead of my tiVo and spoiling all the surprises.
Mini Pop Tarts. You know I've been eating these. I've been going through three pouches a day, because there are three flavors, and we are supposed to eat a varied diet. And they look like dollhouse poptarts. I've actually been scaling back on those, palming them off on Gary. I see the connection with Dave in that poptarts, that was breakfast when Dave and I were growing up, Poptarts and Instant Breakfast and Quisp.
Quisp. My god they still make Quisp. I just ordered some.
I promise I will be vigilant to track what triggers me to actually pour milk on the Quisp and put it in my mouth. Right now I think my breakfast triggers are 1)waking up and 2) that's it, just waking up, but no doubt I can pin this on Dave somehow.