There's a Rumbly in my Tumbly!

"Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum
I'm so rumbly in my tumblyTime to munch an early luncheonHum dum de dum, dum
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Oh Pooh Bear, you're so right on the money! Breakfast this morning was delicious, scrambled egg whites, 2oz of turkey breast deli slices, and a slice of Swiss cheese on a sandwich thin bun, 6 points of wonderful and filling.  However, I find myself here at work, falling asleep after a strange night of tossing and turning and I am having one realization after another.

First, being tired makes me hungry.  I found myself eating an apple right before my first class started almost as if the food would give me a pick me up and I suppose it did, because I got through class ok and my students were none the wiser about how I felt.  Once the class was over though, the yawning commenced and I felt like I was hungry again.  I thought to myself maybe I should get some coffee to pick me up, so I went downstairs to the teacher's cafeteria.  While there I purchased a cup of coffee, which I then put half and half and too much sugar into (not good), then I purchased 2 small bananas and a  fruit salad made up mostly from melon, pineapple and grapes.  I came upstairs and ate all of it.  I sat back and then had revelation number 2.  I was happy, really deeply felt satisfaction kind of happy, like I had accomplished something that was long on my list and now could stand back and admire my work and myself...I'm full and although I'm still a bit tired my mood seems on the up because I feel that my stomach is full to bursting.  Talk about an early luncheon.  It is not so much everything I ate in a short time, breakfast, apple, then full on fruit extravaganza with coffee (I know its a strange and disparate kind of combo).  It is a different aspect of my emotional eating, which I have discussed before here. If I calculate, I had breakfast at 6 am and I ate all of this at 9:30 am.  That's a three hour difference between breakfast and fruit-a-palooza, and so there is no reason to think that I would not be hungry, especially since lunch is not until 12:16 pm.  However, what struck me was was the joy, the elation I felt at being full that made me aware of just how food affects me.  I know I enjoy a good meal but fruit and a coffee do not a "meal" make.  It is not the food that makes me happy, it is the feeling of fullness, the joy of being stuffed, that is the problem.  I must find other ways of making myself feel good.  I just don't know what that will be.  I kinda wish I was home so that I could immediately work this off with an exercise routine.  (Now where did that thought come from?)

Oh well, I am not home, I am here, and there is nothing for me to do but get on with my day...I'll have to ponder the meaning of this a little later I suppose.  I think I'll take a walk around the floor before my next class starts.