Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Today wasn't easy.
I wound up not picking up Sammy's ashes. I couldn't. I really couldn't. I feel very bad about it but I made my husband go by himself. I could be there with Sammy at the end, because he needed me, but this was just too hard.
And all I want to do is eat.
I haven't gone over my calorie range since I re-started everything. I've been doing really great with that. But today, I SO wanted to. I did break a rule by eating a candy bar this evening, but I also just wanted to stuff myself with mac and cheese and fried chicken and cheeseburgers and chippies.
And maybe I should have. Some good, old-fashioned emotional eating might have made me feel better for a few minutes.
But I didn't. What good would killing my streak do? Would I feel that much better afterward? Likely not. So I didn't. But I am going to come close. I'm measuring out some treats and eating them before I go to bed. It's not a pigout, but I reckon it's still emotional eating. That's good enough.