Fear Eating

A couple of posts ago I talked about emotional eating. If I stop and think about it my emotional eating is next to nothing compared to what I see happening with Bear. The other day it was cold and crisp here in Nebraska. I decided to fill the 6 qt crock pot to the top with chili and made a big 9 x13 of cornbread. We ate a little early before Taz had swim team, I went to Zumba class and Bear went to the Y. We went from there to parent teacher conferences.

When we arrived home Taz said he was a little hungry so I said to go ahead and he could have another bowl of chili if he'd like. I went upstairs and when I came down Bear had 3 more bowls and I don't know how many pieces of cornbread. He had then taken the pot of chili to his room and was going to finish the rest in his room with the door shut. That my friend, is emotional eating.

The fear of hunger, the fear of not being taken care of, the fear of no love, fear of not enough....it is so deep. It is so sad.