Yesterday, I was a bottomless pit.

And not the good kind, where there’s a cute cuddly white rabbit waiting for me at the end of the tunnel.

Oh no. It was definitely not that kind.

I was the Godzilla of food. My stomach was an endless abyss. It felt like no matter what I ate or how much I ate, I could and would never be satiated mentally.

I was physically full, but mentally and emotionally, I couldn’t be satisfied by anything I ate. I ate so much that I had indigestion last night.

It was a result of the quantity and quality of the foods I ate. A lot of processed foods were involved, but no matter what I ate, there was no feeling fullness.

It wasn’t the physical fullness that was lacking. It was the mental.

My hypothesis? I haven’t done anything physically strenuous in THREE days. There was no training. Just plenty of relaxation.

But I don’t think it was actually relaxation. It was laziness, disguised as rest and relaxation. I could have at least gone for a walk, but I didn’t. Three days of being a couch potato threw my hormones out of whack.

The balance that I’m accustomed to didn’t exist any more and my body was trying to find some form of equilibrium. If it wasn’t getting any physical movement, it would resort to the next available option: food.

My body was crying out for activity, but I didn’t respond to its request. In the past, I always used food as an emotional crutch. It would always provide temporary joy, fleeting relief. I would always feel slightly better while eating. But not yesterday.

Nothing was making me feel better. I just couldn’t feel full. I didn’t enjoy a single thing I ate. It was just getting shoveled down my throat.

I realize now that my body just wanted to move. It wanted to walk. It didn’t want food, but I’m so used to turning to food for comfort that I couldn’t recognize the other signs. I didn’t know what to do besides give it food.

Lots and lots of food. When that didn’t work, I gave it more food. (I know, not my most genius moment.)

I think the only solution is to go for a walk today.

Food is obviously not the solution.

I know I need to train, but I think I was overwhelming myself. I have to realize that training does not need to be intense every single day.

It can be as simple as going for a walk.

Have you ever been a bottomless pit? Do you ever use food as a solution?