I find it hilarious (not really) how much of an emotional eater I am. I’m surprised I’m not morbidly obese. My health stats are probably through the roof and in the red. I haven’t had them checked since 2009.
Things keep coming down the pipe and piling on to the crap I’m already dealing with. It’s beginning to be too much. It’s cracking my resolve and chipping at my confidence. Not good.
I semi shut down yesterday. Along with everything that was already going on, Lucille decided to act up. She is pretty much a necessity. If she goes then I’m unable to work. No work means no income. I started to freak out.
I turn to a small tub of Ben & Jerry’s Red Velvet Cake ice cream. I kill it. It was good. I proceed to chill out with some reading, which ironically was my May editions of Runner’s World and Cooking Light.
I called it a night early. Woke up this morning a few times before finally rolling out of bed at 5am.
I’m praying that Lucille is good to go today. I’m also hoping that my assignment gets finished pretty early so I can tend to her. She needs it. She’s been working pretty hard lately.
It’s going to be a wonderful Friday no matter if I’m stranded on the side of the road or not. It’s too hot to have a stash of B&J in the car. I’ll have to come up with another alternative.
Chocolate. Yes, that could work out perfectly.
Is there a particular comfort food you turn to in times of stress?