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It's important to learn to manage emotions. Now here is an important distinction for one might say, "It's important to control emotions." The word "control" gives the sentence a whole different meaning. Managing is flowing with emotions, whereas when you attempt to control emotions it's actually giving power to them over oneself. That is to say, what you try to control actually controls you.

* 76% increase in Type II diabetes in adults 30-40 yrs old since 1990
No wonder obesity has become a top seller. Many of the 58 million are desperately trying to lose weight. The most logical approach is to change eating habit. Obesity should disappear. Right?
From a more Eastern Zen approach it's more appropriate to embrace emotions rather than control them. Learn to acknowledge them. There's a challenge in itself as most of us from childhood have been taught to ignore them or pretend that they don't affect us in an attempt to reduce their affect.

In the 1960's a lot of research was done with electroenclaphric biofeedback to see if by controlling certain brain waves, emotions could be controlled. The science never went beyond observing the brain waves associated with various emotions. It was ironic that some people while they were angry experienced the same brain waves as someone else who was happy. Ultimately, it was learned that it's impractical to control emotions by changing brain waves--something the sufi's of the East have known for centuries.
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A progressive approach to losing weight involves asking important questions "What is missing here? Why are you not getting the results you've been promised?" It is clearly insane to keep attempting to change eating habit when the results are so poor. It's more important to gain a grasp on conquering emotional eating than it is to read the scale. Besides focusing on the scale doesn't empower you to be a better more enlightened person, whereas learning about how to handle emotional eating empowers you in all aspects of your life. If you're a sales person [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you'll be a better sales person. If you're an assembly line worker, you'll be a better assembly line worker. Overall, you'll build self worth and find that what you really want to eat is far more nutritious and less in quantity than you ever before imagined possible.
Change eating habit and change your life. Food has become a habit for millions of Americans. The latest obesity statistics are:
The truth is that those suffereing from obesity (aside from those with a throid problem) don't have an eating problem or a weight problem. They have an eating symptom or a weight symptom. Just like a sneeze is a symptom, the eating behavior or extra weigth is a symptom. Actually the problem they have is with emotions. From childhood they've associated food with pleasurable and unpleasurable emotions. Little wonder then when they feel happy they eat. Or when they feel upset or frustrated the eat. Eating is a conditioned behavior to many emotions. Trying to control food as a habit is like putting a square peg into a round hole--just impractable.

* 25% completely Sedentary
* 58 Million Overweight; 40 Million Obese; 3 Million morbidly Obese
By embracing emotions and experiencing them, they no longer dictate eating behavior.

* 78% of American's not meeting basic activity level recommendations
* Eight out of 10 over 25's Overweight

You would think so, but the main reason why this hasn't been working this way is that changing eating habit doesn't address how to handle emotions that are involved in the eating problem.

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you hear me? I want him! '
Gonyar said something.
'Didn't happen on your shift? That's what you say. So far as I can tell, no one knows when it happened. Or how. Or if it really did. Now, I want him in my office by three o'clock this afternoon, or some heads are going to roll. I can promise you that, and I always keep my promises. '
Something else from Gonyar, something that seemed to provoke Norton to even greater rage.
'No? Then look at this! Look at this! You recognize it? Last night's tally for Cellblock 5. Every prisoner accounted for! Dufresne was locked up last night at nine and it is impossible for him to be gone now! It is impossible! Now you find him! "
But at six that evening Andy was still among the missing, Norton himself stormed down to Cellblock 5, where the rest of us had been locked up all of that day. Had we been questioned? We had spent most of that long day being questioned by harried screws who were feeling the breath of the dragon on the backs of their necks. We all said the same thing: we had seen nothing, heard nothing. And so far as I know, we were all telling the truth. I know that I was. All we could say was that Andy had indeed been in his cell at the time of the lock-in, and at lights-out an hour later.
One wit suggested that Andy had poured himself out through the keyhole. The suggestion earned the guy four days in solitary. They were uptight.
So Norton came down - stalked down - glaring at us with blue eyes nearly hot enough to strike sparks from the tempered steel bars of our cages. He looked at us as if he believed we were all in on it. Probably he did believe it.
He went into Andy's cell and looked around. It was just as Andy had left it, the sheets of his bunk turned back but without looking slept-in. Rocks on the windowsill... but not all of them. The ones he liked best he took with him.
'Rocks, ' Norton hissed, and swept them off the window-ledge with a clatter. Gonyar, already four hours overtime, winced but said nothing.
Norton's eyes fell on the Linda Ronstadt poster. Linda was looking back over her shoulder, her hands tucked into the back pockets of a very tight pair of fawn-coloured slacks. She was wearing a halter and she had a deep California tan. It must have offended the hell out of Norton's Baptist sensibilities, that poster. Watching him glare at it, I remembered what Andy had once said about feeling he could almost step through the picture and be with the girl. In a very real way, that was exactly what he did - as Norton was only seconds from discovering. 'Wretched thing! ' he grunted, and ripped the poster from the wall with a single swipe of his hand.
And revealed the gaping, crumbled hole in the concrete behind it. Gonyar wouldn't go in.
Norton ordered him - God, they must have heard Norton ordering Rich Gonyar to go in there all over the prison - and Gonyar just refused him, point-blank.
'I'll have your job for this! ' Norton screamed. He was as hysterical as a woman having a hot-flush. He had utterly blown his cool. His neck had turned a rich, dark red, and two veins stood out, throbbing, on his forehead. 'You can count on it, you... you Frenchman! I'll have your job and I'll see to it that you never get another one in any prison system in New England! '
Gonyar silently held out his service pistol to Norton, butt first. He'd had enough. He was four hours overtime, going on five, and he'd just had enough. It was as if Andy's defection from our happy little family had driven Norton right over the edge of some private irrationality that had been there for a long time... certainly he was crazy that night.