They're backed up in the hemotology clinic so I haven't had that appointment yet. And excitement of all excitements is my liver biopsy tomorrow. (Yes, I'm being sarcastic! LOL.) I'm a little anxious about it. I guess there are some people out there that wouldn't be, but yippee for them for being so perfect. (LMAO! I had to laugh at my own sarcasm that time.) Although I'm not dreading it and am glad to get it out of the way; it is an invasive procedure so any normal person should feel a little catch in their heart. See, I'm normal.
Now, concerning these presses that need to be held! What is up with my eating and my weight? I'll tell you what's up with it: It's creeping up and food is just finding its way into my mouth. Mysteriously.
(Yes, I laughed.)
I've never been one to give into emotional eating (at least not so frequently), but I've gotten ridiculous.
Before I get more into that, let me share what Heather Hatfield at WebMD wrote about the subject:
When you're happy, your food of choice could be steak or pizza, when you're sad it could be ice cream or cookies, and when you're bored it could be potato chips. Food does more than fill our stomachs -- it also satisfies feelings, and when you quench those feelings with comfort food when your stomach isn't growling, that's emotional eating.
"Emotional eating is eating for reasons other than hunger," says Jane Jakubczak, a registered dietitian at the University of Maryland. "Instead of the physical symptom of hunger initiating the eating, an emotion triggers the eating."
How many of us think about that before we pop something into our mouths? I'm a very conscious eater as is obvious in my recognition that I'm doing it. Now we have to find out how to stop it. Yes, I said "we."
Let's review the most recent situation: Not feeling comfortable that my arrangements are solidified for my ride to and from the hospital tomorrow. I had four options (folks on call/stand by) and it seems like they've fallen through. It's the afternoon before and I would just like to know that I'll have the comfort of someone being there with me.
I'll be taking Naturi Beauty's advice and envision what I want/need, and I am hoping that makes a difference in my anxiety level. I didn't want to have to worry about my transportation then I could just concentrate on relaxing while getting ready for the procedure. I could remind myself that it's fairly routine, that something going wrong is rare and that everything will be okay. Anything they discover will be great because then I'll have an answer to what's going on with my liver. Once I think about all of that then I can just be nervous about the gigantic needle I'm picturing they're going to numb the area with and be relieved when it turns out to be small.
See how the transportation thing is interfering with my process?
That did nothing to solve the emotional eating problem though, did it? Well, I get it's all about relinquishing control. Sure, I can do that. ( Yup, that was sarcasm again! :] )
All I know is that the little bit of extra room that was in my jeans is no longer there so girlfriend - meaning me! - has got to get back on the bandwagon! With.a.quickness!