My MiL’s undergoing surgery tomorrow at Makati Med. Nothing major, but a surgery’s a surgery, so of course the hubby and I are a little stressed, and dealing with our worry in our own particular ways.
Yes, unfortunately, I do have a tendency to stress-eat. You know how when some people are sad or mad or stressed out, they can’t eat a thing?
Uh, yeah, can’t relate to that. Weirdos.
For me, stress = sudden starvation that must be satisfied. My work desk is witness to this. In fact I suspect it has an identity complex and thinks it’s actually a buffet table.
My friends and family also know this about me (and the rest of my sibs, come to think of it). This is why when my Pop died last year, we got 700% more food gifts than flowers.
And they were 1000% appreciated, believe me.
So yeah, I guess it’s a family thing, though I don’t really remember how or when the stress-eating gene hit me in particular… Because back when I was a mopey kid, my mom actually had to FORCE me to eat.
In fact she even consulted my school nurse about my lack of appetite, and the nurse was all, “LOL! Oh relax, worrywart! She’ll eat on her own. Just wait and see.”
Oh boy. Did she ever see. I hope we never run into that nurse, because I suspect I’ll hate her reaction when she sees me and realizes she was right.
Yeah well, whatever, Nurse KNOW-IT-ALL. Lucky guess. First of all, I’m Filipino. Secondly, I come from foodie families on both sides. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out where that was going.
Anyway, no point worrying about it (that’ll probably just make me eat more). Also, it’s raining right now, and comfort food just became a must… so if my diet comes around looking for me, please relay this message:
I think I deserve a day off. :)