Emotional eating has always been and continues to be a happy, natural part of my life.
After living my entire life in New York, I moved to California in 2001. Let’s just say some of the first friends I met didn’t share my same experiences with food.
Suddenly, those dining around me ate anxiously like birds while I sat to enjoy second helpings. All I’d hear from new friends was: “Won’t you need to lose weight if you eat that much pasta?” Or “You can’t eat that; it has too much fat.” Another friend boldly asserted: “I think you must have a problem with emotional eating. You eat way too much.”
I was blown away. Certainly my European friends and Italian family never projected this thinking toward me. Why—instead of discussing flavor, recipes and the health attracting qualities of food—were my new friends suddenly qualifying everything on my plate?
I was accustomed to listening to my body, giving it what intuitively felt right and consuming what was available by the seasons. Although I was no stranger to eating disorders, I was a proponent of the pro-emotional, intuitive eating movement early on. Read more at Poppy & Seed here.