I happened upon a friend of mine who was researching food addiction. She ran across this website with a quiz that offered to tell me whether or not I was addicted to food.<\/p>\n
Now, I’m not the most serene\u00a0person you will ever meet. If I have a bad headache for long enough, then according to my anxiety level, I have cancer. No, I’m not exaggerating. In light of this information, taking a quiz about whether or not I am addicted to food seems like a great idea…right?<\/p>\n
There were 20 questions on this quiz. As my friend and I read through the list, we kept answering “yes.” Seriously, to every single question.<\/p>\n
Oh my word<\/em>, I thought. How could I be addicted to food and not know it? How could my therapist of 11 years seriously not tell me this?<\/em><\/p>\n I guess on some level, I figured I wasn’t really addicted to food. Have I used food as a coping mechanism? Oh yeah, absolutely. Have I always struggled with my weight? Sure. Have I binged in the past on a regular basis? Yep. Do I have a distorted body image thanks to childhood sexual abuse<\/a>? Oh yeah.<\/p>\n But addicted to food? No.<\/p>\n However, the thing about anxiety is that it doesn’t respond to reason<\/strong>. I knew that after 11 years, my therapist and I would have worked on food addiction if it was an issue for me.<\/p>\n The panic didn’t care. It bloomed in my chest. My heart raced and I could not focus. To try and head off a full-blown panic attack, I started to make jokes – not about food addiction, but about how I get my low-self-esteem-self into trouble taking online quizzes.<\/p>\n And an article for Sweatpants & Coffee was born! Plus,\u00a0I had therapy the very next day – oh, timing is everything – and I incorporated our conversation into the article. Along with one of the BEST guided meditations you can EVER take (if you don’t mind swears…)<\/p>\nI Panicked and Then Made Jokes<\/h2>\n