Anxiety & Eating: How they go hand in hand (part: I)

White rice, whole milk, frozen dinner entrées, ice cream, lots of soda, beef patties, and cake.

These were some of the things I ate growing up; heck, there were some days that I ate all of these in a single day.  It was definitely a kid’s dream come true.  But ‘kid’ defined me from the moment I could chew my food to, literally, a couple of months ago.  I have been eating ‘clean’ for about two months or so now and, I must say, my anxiety level has gone down and my positive mood has gone up.

But, before I get to the current, positive moment of eating clean, I think it’s good to reflect and see how the ‘bad’ foods helped support the anxiety that was built inside me for many years:

You know, I grew up in a very loving family that taught me a lot about respect, values, and how to love.  But one thing that I was never really taught was how to eat properly.  Yes, there was always food on the table, food in the pantry, and food in the fridge, but they were all ‘quick’ things.  My meals were very predictable, too.  Breakfast was pancakes (from a box), drenched with a sugary (addictive) processed syrup.  Lunch was take-out from the local Chinese food place.  Dinner meant rice, beans, chicken, and maybe a salad.  And then the night concluded with lots of ice cream, cookies, and maybe a second round of dinner.  The only real time I would eat fruits were if we went out to the farms during the summer and went apple or peach picking – but even then there wasn’t any kind of portion control.  I would have about eight giant peaches on my way home because the giant basket (filled with nothing but that) was sitting in the car!  And then I would be tired of peaches.  I would refuse them.  When I got home it would be all “oh, hello, microwaveable bacon!”  And I went on with my life.  ‘Happy’ at the time, sad looking back at it now.

My life consisted of processed foods, filled with chemicals that I couldn’t even pronounce.  They had absolutely no nutritional value, but they made me feel ‘good’ for a quick moment.  The things inside of all of those things were alien to my body and acted like a drug.  Actually, they were my drugs.  Because that time I was seven years old and my grandmother passed away, I held back my tears because I was subliminally told that I shouldn’t be a cry baby and that sharing my emotions towards other people was a ‘personal’ thing.  This emotion was mended with me eating a whole loaf of white, processed bread, toasted with tons of trans-fatty butter and a giant glass of sugary chocolate milk.  And that time I got an eighty-eight on my math test in the eighth grade and was told that I could do better and needed to get nothing but one-hundreds?  Well, that made me feel like I was a total failure.  But there it was, that very fatty fourteen-ounce tub of ice cream and giant bag of addicting chips to help mend my broken heart and mind.  So while I was ‘healing’ my heart and mind with food, I was actually holding a lot of things back (anger, frustration, confusion, etc.) and burying them deep, deep down inside. (That explains those times I’ve cried during yoga, huh?)  So you start to become anxious.  Hating the next time you feel this way.  And it all continues to build up.  Every little bit counts.

My emotions were controlled with eating: failure was rewarded with sugary fats and successes, if I felt I had them, were rewarded with greasy foods (pizza party, anyone?).  And I grew up like this.  I was confused, trying to figure life out, restricting my self-desires to come out, and hoping to make everyone but myself happy.  I found comfort in food.  But the food I was eating didn’t give me any clarity; I couldn’t think things through with a ‘clear mind’.  All it was doing was fogging up my mind.  They served zero nutritional value, but made me ‘happy’.  Voilà, my adolescent (and well-into-my-adult-hood) drugs.

Side note:  you could only imagine how self-image played a role in this.  Why, with all of this poor eating, I wasn’t exactly ‘fit’.  I was ‘fat’.  And the media hated ‘fat’.  They said that that it wasn’t ‘beautiful.’  So, naturally, I also grew up with very low self-esteem, telling myself that I was ‘ugly’, ‘useless’, and a ‘failure’ every day.  My confidence level was lower than a turtle’s.   And this is how I grew up.  For more than twenty years, this was my life.

circa high school graduation - 2006
high school graduation

After years of suppressing my own happiness, and right before my giant panic attack last summer, I noticed a few months worth of terrible abdominal pain.  Not only that, but I was also very bloated and starting to become a bit overweight.  Worried, I went to a gastroenterologist (tummy & digestion doctor) and found out that I was lactose intolerant… great.

My life seemed to have shattered at the instant of being diagnosed, because it meant that I could no longer have the ice cream, yogurt, pizza, or cake that once mended my wounds.  I did play devil’s advocate and ate them anyway, but felt the consequences within thirty minutes of consuming the stuff.

2013 - before panic attack - after being diagnosed as lactose intolerant
summer 2013 – 2 weeks after being diagnosed as lactose intolerant & 2 weeks before panic attack

So it was true, after all.  I was lactose intolerant.  Two weeks before my I-didn’t-even-see-it-coming giant panic attack, I had to adjust.  And that was hard.  I didn’t really know how to adjust.  I never learned.  And looking back at it today, part of me thinks that the attack maybe came out from being forced to learn how to live with some confrontations and without some of those drugs.  I was starting to be confronted by my own self.

I didn’t know how to deal then.  But today, I am learning how to deal now (next post – stay tuned!).

But until then, be kind to your body.  Think back to those times you maybe reached for that thing you shouldn’t have reached for.  Think of what you were running away from.  Starting to slowly think about these things will help open up and shape you for a better tomorrow.  Don’t resolve to continue suppressing emotions with food.  Eat well.  You are beautiful. Who cares about the media.  They don’t pay your bills, you pay their bills.  They don’t give you a hug when you need it the most.  And this applies to others around you.  There is only one person like you out there and you deserve the absolute best.  The road to a better tomorrow starts with this type of first step… and it starts from within.


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  1. Rosanna Giliberti

    I just love reading your posts !! I am also trying to eat clean and excercise after watching a documentary on netflix called Hunger for Change , it made me realize how much junk was in our foods. . I find that the most challenging thing is what to eat, especially at breakfast. Do you have any suggestions?? Thanks again for sharing your stories, they are always so inspiring !!

    1. Loren

      I am so happy that you enjoy reading my posts! 🙂 I will have to look into that documentary~ As for what to eat, I am hoping to start to share that in my future posts! But will say that for breakfast, I usually do a protein shake in the morning (to make breakfast easier) made up of ice, almond milk, frozen strawberries, and a banana, but also do enjoy some fruit, a hard boiled egg, and oatmeal (with some blueberries in there!). Egg-white omelets with some spinach and tomatoes (with a side of toast) is always divine (and quick to make in the AM!). Hope this helps!! 🙂 xx

  2. Jessica

    I have to say I truly enjoy reading your posts during my lunch hour. FeelS like an awesome series lol.

    ^_^ your right it isn’t easy to deal with emotions with sugary products in front of you. I learned the hard way throughout college and Grad School that I should have been more cautious – but now I pay the price. While I have been eating better and watching what I have. I have also looked into joining a gym to focus on my weight, getting a great nutritionist who can help me figure out good from bad (no way I know the difference… sadly) and find a sport I enjoy to take my mind off of stress- looking into archery.

    I agree that anxiety and fear can make you choose the wrong things, but you are right, if no one sat down with you and taught you how to eat right- you tend to learn the hard way- not always the greatest road.

    As I said in my prior post, I really love where I am academically and career wise, but health wise I am no where on target. It is hard to make a plan and see it through. Excuses sadly come around- but I learned that if I focus on one thing at a time I can achieve more than if I tried to do everything at once.

    I’m so happy your walking on a very clear road and can see what needs to be fixed. You on a great start- self discovery is what I call it. Seems like Loren is meeting herself and is taking charge- VICTORY.

    1. Loren

      Hi Jessica! Thanks so much for taking your time to read my posts! I think it’s amazing that you are taking the next steps for a better you by getting active and educating yourself on how to eat better :). You can definitely do it because you even said “I learned that if I focus on one thing at a time I can achieve more than if I tried to do everything at once” and that is exactly how you will achieve your goals! I am behind you, rooting for you! Please keep me posted on how your journey is going! Always here for you! Good luck! xx

  3. Natalie

    ive literally read all of your blog. i can totally relate to all of this too. eating is my escape from sadness, stress, my anxiety problem, everything. now instead of eating i force myself to paint or exercise. ive always felt like i was ugly, useless, i even thought nobody cared about me. but ive strived to make changes even though its hard.

    1. Loren

      Hi Natalie! First off, thank you for sharing with me that you, too, have gone through this. Secondly, I think you should be very proud of yourself that you are moving that negativeness into a more positive direction with painting and exercising; that’s great!! You are so beautiful and talented; there are so many people that care about you! The road is hard, but not impossible. I am always here for you! xo

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