In one of her books, Geneen Roth says that she has a sign taped to her refrigerator door that says, "It's not in here." The last week has been one of the worst for me in a long time in terms of reminding myself that whatever is wrong, food is not the answer.
I've been pretty sucessful at reminding myself, but I can't count the number of times that I have opened the door to the fridge/cabinet/pantry, and then said to myself, "It's not in here." Then I close the door and go into another room. It's stress, I know that's why the last few weeks have been so hard. It's my thesis, and my thesis, and then my thesis some more. It's the looming deadlines and the desire to give up and my frustration at my ability to procrastinate. (If procrastination was an olympic sport, I'd be going to China this year.)
Food is not the answer. We all know this, right? But do we ever completely lose the impulses to try to find a solution in the fridge? It's not in there, but that hasn't stopped me from opening the door and looking.
What do you folks do to stop yourself when you find that you're looking for answers in food? Because so far I've been really good about being able to reason with myself and walk away, but I'm afraid I'm not going to last much longer.