To all my chaotic eating friends, welcome.
If you don’t know if you’re a chaotic eater, let me give a quick definition for you. Chaotic eating is not to be confused with the greater issue of stress eating. While it does involve your emotions, chaotic eating comes from a lack of routine.
If you have busy days with long hours, you probably have a good idea of where I’m coming from. This year, my job has been demanding with a lack of breaks for meals or a time frame of when work begins and ends. A day can turn into eight hours of constant movement and putting out of fires. This is sabotage for a recovering chaotic eater.
Here’s a look into my worst day: I wake up for work and I’m running late. There’s hardly enough time to get ready, much less think about breakfast. I sacrifice coffee and breakfast for time to get out of the door and into the car for work. I arrive at work and get everything set up for the day. My boss arrives, we have our morning meeting, and I’m in my chair beginning the daily checklist of responsibilities. The phone is ringing, people are giving me projects, and I’m slowly accomplishing my normal tasks in the background of all the distractions. A few hours into work, it dawns on me that I have not had anything to drink or eat since I woke up.
I make myself some coffee, get some water, and regret not bringing anything from home to eat. I settle for a cookie from our waiting area in the office. So, by mid-morning, my body is running on sugar and caffeine.
The day runs long and my mind begins to fade. We don’t have breaks due to the work schedule. I feel fatigued due to lack of food and a small headache is forming. Thoughts of what I’m going to eat when I get home creep through my mind.
As the end of the work day nears, I’m desperately hungry. Anything will do at this point. I can’t think straight. I’m starving and now thinking of crispy, crunchy, salty things. And I need them now. I’m too tired to cook and I don’t think I can wait to eat by the time I get home. I’ll die.
I finally get out of work and speedily head towards my car. I’m on my way home but am now famished. Forget cooking, forget waiting until I get home – that fast food place looks pretty good. I’ll just grab a snack to help me make it to dinner… or, I’ll get the combo with a Dr. Pepper, thank you very much.
I receive my crispy, crunchy, salty food gift I’d been dreaming about at work and shove it in my mouth. I’m halfway done by the time I get back on the road. As I arrive home, I’m stuffed, feel disgusting, and can hardly remember what I ate.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is chaotic eating.
Part Two: My Solution to a Very Specific Problem