Please don’t see the title of this post and start to feel bad for me. I eat well when so many others don’t. I travel a lot for my job. If I had to guess I would say that I spend about 70% of my time on the road. So this means, that I can basically eat and expense whatever I want. I mean I can’t go out to a fancy steakhouse and order the most expensive thing on the menu and a $100 bottle of wine but why would I want to do that when I can be a complete glutton by myself in my hotel room shoveling as much food into my face as possible?
I am an emotional eater. I see that. I use food to comfort myself; to soothe. I am always kind of thinking about where my next meal is coming from, but the traveling by myself for work brings me to a different league of overindulging. I do it time and time again and wonder if I am just doomed.
On this particular day; I actually started my day off right. I practiced some yoga. I meditated; I had this lovely plate of avocado toast. I then worked for way too many hours but at least made it to a yoga class after work. I got back to my hotel and ate a nice, healthy, poke bowl. It was late at night, another one of my pitfalls, but at least it was healthy.
Tonight’s been a different story. Ya see, I had a few drinks. Once that happens any sense of healthy relationship that I have with food goes way the fuck out the window.
I won’t post what I ate tonight because I am actually ashamed. In a city like New York, you can have any food delivered to you at any time of day or night. Being here by myself to feed the loneliness of business travel is more than I can handle, but I don’t know how to break free.
