(March 10, 2017 at 9:57 pm)Tres Leches Wrote: Let's face it, we all have moments when we're just barely holding it together. Heck, that sometimes describes weeks, months, years at a time for me.
In the past I would have reached for lots of food - more sugar, please.
The article below talks about exercise as self-medication.
I find that the more I physically move, even if it's without a specific purpose, the less chance anxiety has to chase me down and beat me up. Keeping my brain busy helps, too.
What do you do when you're just barely holding it together?
Quote:"What do you do, reader, when the imps of agitation are upon you? When they’re running up and down your insides, each with his little wavering bouffant of blue flame, making the present tense an almost impossible place to be? Do you have a drink? Take a pill? Reach for your laptop? Shovel a drooping, dripping slice of pizza into your face? Because if America—as John Updike beautifully observed—is a conspiracy to make you happy, it is also a conspiracy to make you anxious, violent, horny, and obese."https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...ty/508766/
When I was still teaching and had too much to do I'd compensate with food. Like you, sweets were my treats. With no where near that kind of stress now I've got a handle on the whole snacking thing. Mostly, I just don't want to eat recreationally. Food is for fuel, though it's great to add a dash of socializing and to make it as aesthetic as possible.
