Dealing With Emotional Eating

Yesterday reality set in - my childhood home in Sterling Heights has been demolished... I didn't cry, but I felt so empty. I mean, that WAS home!! I moved there in 1967, but i***** my family moved to Shelby Township. It really upset me, as I didn't have a choice. I was very bitter about it, and this place is just a house to me, even after 12 years. I feel that all of my memories have been ripped from me, and I can no longer drive by with my niece and nephew and say, "This is where I lived with your mom!" What is really hard for me at this point is not to emotional eat. I want to, but I know that I could hurt myself physically AND emotionally. I did cry last night while taking a , and really didn't get any to speak of. I am very depressed over this whole thing, and it's almost like the way I felt before I had the surgery...

Rhonda: the good thing is that you didn;t eat when you were upset. I got upset this morning and ate a King Dong..the first thing ever I should have not eaten. I was so upset, and knew It would make me sick. I feel my old ways slipping back and don;t know what to do. But youo are strong,,,,,,,so hang in there. Tracey

They can demolish a house but nobody can take the memories you have,they are forever.My mom's house was always the gathering place for us as we became adults.We live all over the country,Texas,Wisconsin, Indiana and here in Michigan.My kids were to young to remember the house she lived in but they have special memories of going to grandma's.Mom has been gone for many years, my children are adults and have children of their own.I just pray I can give my grandchildren the same wonderful memories my kids have of their grandmother.It wasn't the house she lived in that is remembered,it's the memories!