What did I do? Besides bring up a really bad song that will probably get stuck in your head and cause you to temporarily dislike me?
I went on a stress-eating collision course which ended last night with me throwing down a few plates of Chinese. Really. Oh, you thought I was perfect? Awww, that's sweet. But untrue.
Cookies, several. A bahama bucks smoothie, lite but does that matter? Let's see. Lots of blts...bites, licks and tastes. And then, of course, the chinese food. That fluffy, puffy middle lets me know how wrong and stupid of me it was to get so out of control.
And I knew I would be sorry. We always know, don't we? But we do it anyway? Because at that very moment when we reach for the cookies, the ice cream, the cinnabon or whatever it is that we want to hig with our taste buds, we claim to not care. We know we are going to care later when they pants are tighter or scale jumps a few digits. But we see stress, we see fury, we see despair, and we see a food that might (but not really) make it all go away. So we eat. We eat. We eat. Then later we see the error of our ways. And what a sad, pathetic time that is.
I'll deal with my monsterous mess the only way I know how. That is to just pick myself up from amongst the crumbs, dust myself off, and grab a pen and paper. It is meal-planning time. I'll try to eat healthy and with sense, workout, and hope I can quickly overcome this "ooops."
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