Emotional Eating While Travelling
You’ve been talking in a new language all day, or you haven’t been talking to anyone at all.
You’re exhausted by the limited small talk that comes from constantly being around a new group of people.
You’re constantly moving or trying new things and your brain is too. This is your dream, you worked to make it happen, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard.
When ‘eat’ is your answer
Your brain searches for a respite- how to relax for a second and create a space where people are less likely to interfere?
My answer: eating.
The bliss of sitting down to something familiar. Whether it’s time in your day that you get to zap home for a second or just the matter of taking a moment to yourself, whether it’s in a public place or something you got to cook alone, whether you’ve ever had problems with eating before or not, food entering your mouth is somehow calming.
The subtle but cumulative stresses your new environments have possibly gone unnoticed, disguised as excitement and adventure. But it leaves a hole. Even if we were raised nomadically, we all crave a certain amount of stability in our lives. When things are changing so fast we might not even realize the cause of our dis-ease, especially because all this movement is what we’ve been craving, what we’ve set out to create.
Unwanted eating raises its head
This is the wisdom I’ve gained after a roller coaster of an eating experience during my first 4 months living abroad.
Emotional eating while travelling has raised its head in constantly changing forms- whether it’s getting a snack as a means to leave a social situation, eating more at a social function merely because it’s an activity, eating as a social pressure or a self-pressure to experience cultures, or taking an evening to cook my own food because it brings me home and is an activity where I get to feel creative and peaceful.
I eat when I’m stressed, I eat when I’m sad, I eat to celebrate, I eat to socialize, I eat to relax, I eat to feel more excited, but most of all, I eat when I’m not hungry. In fact, I eat so far past the point of being hungry I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever learned to stop.
You don’t have to have the answers
Emotional eating while travelling pops up despite having a generally great time. Furthermore, there aren’t many I can talk with because I’m supposed to be having the time of my life. I’m living my adventure, how dare I complain! But life is not and never will be pure rainbows and butterflies.
If you’re having a problem, the best way to turn it around is to shed some light on it. You are only as sick as your secrets. I have no answers.
This is not a “how-to” essay, this is a “please, come, meet me where I am” admission of reality.
For now, I’m trying to create more stability in my life- I’m moving myself to places where I hope to meet more like-minded people, where I can relax from the hype with more constructive activities, and where my food preferences (I happen to be vegan) aren’t a source of isolation but of community.
Adventure is important, but never to the detriment of our health. We get to design our lives, so why choose anything but that which will support you in every way possible- body, soul, and mind.
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