I knew this would be a really challenging week because my husband was having surgery, so I planned ahead how to deal with more work around mealtimes, etc. I even packed meals for when I was at the hospital. But I guess I haven't quite licked that emotional eating yet, because when we got home Tuesday I didn't even want to attempt portion control. On the plus side, I stopped myself at 1 Cadbury egg (there are 4 more in cabinet, and I'm the only one who knows they are there!) and I'm back on track the last two days. Which actually is a vast improvement, so I feel pretty good. Maybe if I allowed myself to cry on the way to the hospital, instead of being a tough guy since it was "no big deal," I wouldn't have needed to cut loose at home with food. Food for thought (pun definitely intended).