I emotionally eat - there I've said it. I do, if I'm bored, stressed, fed up, tired or happy, I have to feed my face although I'm getting better at stopping myself.
However, I love food, it is my friend, I like the way it sits on my plate and awaits my greedy arrival. It looks adoring-ly as I prep it, cook it and finally eat it. It makes me feel happy, comfortable and satisfied.
There is a dark side though - over the years I have come to believe all of the above and even though I thought I had a comfortable relationship with food it actually turns out that I'm an addict to the emotions/reward/agony I get from food.
I was recently talking to some one who was in the troubles in Ireland. 23 years ao as a young soldier he had the great misfortune to step on a 600lb bomb. Luckily it didn't go off however this person has a great many anxiety's to deal with. But in a way he is lucky as he can pin point this experience as the one the causes his anxiety.
I was on a course course recently that suggested your on a road to nowhere trying to find your trigger. They said you are born and all your early experiences formulate your core beliefs - so I must have believed when I was a kid that every meal was the last? Well no, I didn't but every meal was appreciated and you did have to eat it all, not a scrap was to be left and there was never any waste, it would be turned into a hash or a soup. Also, you got a butty shoved in your gob if you fell over, another to celebrate a birthday and another if you where ill!! I can see a pattern here - can you - thank god there where no bombs going off!!