Too tired to rest


Hello friend,

Have you ever eaten, not out of hunger, but because you were simply too tired to rest?

On my first week of work, I stayed steady and disciplined with food. But by Thursday night, I lost control.

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Why?

Because I ate in the hope of feeling better.

When the body is exhausted, it doesn’t know how to ask for rest in words.

Instead, it cries out through cravings. Food becomes a substitute for sleep and care.

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The body is like boiling water

When you turn off the heat, the water doesn’t instantly cool. It keeps bubbling for a while. Our bodies are the same.

After a long week, even when we stop, our system is still “boiling.” We’re restless, irritable, and unable to sink into rest.

Food becomes a quick fix to try to calm the boil, but in reality, it only adds more steam.

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My struggle with rest

Last weekend, my body was still bubbling over. I needed time to pause, rest and recover.

My husband missed me and was on another pace. It took two days and some honest conversations for my husband to get it.

I had to keep saying:

I am tired.

I don’t have capacity.

I need tender love and care.

Once he heard me, I could finally begin relaxing.

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Cooling rituals during the week​
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To avoid reaching boiling point, I’ve been practicing little pauses:

• short meditation breaks

• a few minutes of journaling

• intentionally inhaling deeply and sighing out to release stress

These helped but tiredness kept piling up as the week went by. Getting my period and having insomnia made me further exhausted.
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This time, my husband noticed and offered to pick me up, saving me a 90-minute drive.

On the way home, food was all I could think of.

But then I remembered: overeating will never cool me down. Rest will.

Instead of ordering food, I had a small meal and went straight to bed.

The next day, I took it easy and rested a lot. The day after I felt recharged.

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Your turn

If you’ve been eating when tired, maybe it’s not more discipline you need. Maybe it’s more cooling time. More permission to stop, do nothing, and let the bubbles settle.
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With care,

Rouba

P.S. How do u manage your week’s accumulated fatigue? Reply and let me know.

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Hi I am Rouba, I blend food addiction counseling with breathwork to help you heal the root cause of your food and body struggles so that you sustain weight loss. Visit my website here to learn more about me and how we can work together. Follow me on Instagram and Linkedin​

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