That is exactly how I experience an addictive desire to eat most of the time. It’s an emptiness in my stomach with an incessant background vocal from my mind saying…oh, this is SO uncomfortable. I just can’t stand this feeling. Chocolate, sugar, a treat would take of this feeling and make me feel SO much better.
So far, I have chosen to address the dessert/treat/sweet after meals (especially supper, which is the evening meal to Southerners since I was born in the South). Just noticing the feeling and thought and attending to it has helped tremendously so far. I’m making a concerted effort to remind myself I have a choice to eat the sweet if I want to and then remember the whole picture. The urge is fading somewhat although I know it will come on ever so strongly again at some point (with perhaps some stress, anger, frustration, whatever).
Loving the cognitive restructuring, though. First time I’ve even had a glimpse of hope that I can heal my relationship with food. Thanks, Gillian and everyone who’s writing about their experience.