How to stop the food noise

Sometimes I sit with myself and ask the same question on repeat:
Why can’t I just stop eating?
Why do I think about food all day?
Why does food feel like the only source of comfort when I’m bored, sad, anxious, or even already full?

Lately, I’ve been learning that what I’m dealing with has a name.
It’s called food noise.
That constant mental chatter about what to eat, when to eat, what’s in the fridge, what I’m craving next. It’s the loop in my head that never seems to quiet down one that’s often louder than my actual hunger cues.

Food noise isn’t just hunger.
It’s emotional, it’s mental, and sometimes, it feels spiritual.
It shows up when you’re overwhelmed, under-stimulated, lonely, or exhausted.
It’s when food becomes your distraction, your comfort, your coping mechanism.

And the truth is I’ve been drowning in it.

The version of me who numbs pain with sugar, celebrates joy with carbs, and calms anxiety with snacks? She’s exhausted. Because the temporary high isn’t worth the crash. And it’s not just about food it’s about addiction in a different form.

We don’t talk enough about how emotional eating mimics other forms of addiction. The hiding. The lying to yourself. The guilt. The shame. The “I’ll do better tomorrow” that turns into next week, next month, next year.

And I’m over it.

I’m not sharing this from a place of victory. I’m sharing this from the middle where I’m finally getting honest with myself. Where I’m facing it instead of pretending it’s not a problem. Where I’m working on separating my feelings from my cravings, and giving myself grace as I unlearn years of using food to cope.

Healing from food noise isn’t about some strict diet or chasing thinness.
It’s about peace.
Peace of mind. Peace in my body. Peace in my habits.
It’s about choosing myself even when it’s hard.

So if you’ve ever felt like you couldn’t stop eating…
If you’ve ever felt embarrassed or ashamed by your cravings…
If food noise has been screaming in your head louder than your actual needs…
Just know you’re not crazy, you’re not broken, and you’re not alone.

You’re healing.

Sometimes healing looks like drinking water instead of grabbing a snack.
Sometimes it looks like journaling through a craving.
Sometimes it’s going for a walk or calling a friend instead of door dashing fries.
Sometimes it’s just pausing and breathing.

This journey is messy. But it’s mine.
And I’m not giving up.
Not because I hate my body.
But because I love myself enough to do the work.
And just like that…
The healing begins.

​Again