Others leave anger and fear. They leave bad memories and deep seated problems, some of which last a lifetime.
What will I leave my child? Comic books or nightmares?
Now, this, you say, is finally too much. You have strayed so far from your topic that you will never find your way back to eating for life.
Well...sorry, you're wrong. I am on the right track, and heading straight for my main topic.
Anger begets anger. If you show your child anger, your child will learn to demonstrate anger. If you use your child to vent your emotions, they will soak up this anger / fear / hate / mistrust / depression / or pain.
What or where are you sending your anger?
I was not allowed to show anger as a child. My parents would, quickly, administer discipline if they felt you were looking or talking to them in a manner that was disrespectful, or angry.
So. Where did this anger go? As far as I can recall it went into about 50 gallons of Ice cream, 100 white chocolate candy bars, 200 hamburgers, and 75 bags of chips.
Does that sound sarcastic? I hope not, because I am leaning to the lower end of my recall.
My anger, now, as a mature adult (and oh my, doesn't that phrase depress me) tends to go towards my children. I can't, after all, be angry at my husband, usually, because all this does is provoke an argument.
I am learning, though. My anger, after I entered my 30s, seems to be getting more and more focused.
Why do women, in general, misdirect their anger? Because we are taught that we have no right to be angry. If we are angry, we might be a bitch. No woman wants to be called or thought of as a bitch.
So. If you get really good and mad, and you can't tell your boss off because you need your job, and you can't tell your husband off because you love him, and it will get blown out of proportion, where do you send this anger?
Can you hide it? Can you eat it? Oh, yes, there we are. Food. Our topic. Our focus. Our fear.
Women often eat their anger / fear. When we are alone in the house, with the wind blowing and the tree limbs scratching the window, we often want to hide. When we get angry, we do hide. Behind food.
Go To Page: 1 2
