Friday, July 26, 2013
I am trying very very hard not to stress eat right now.
My Landlords appeared today to announce they are selling the house and the other half and I have 3 weeks to move out. Yep. 3 weeks. Oh, my landlords - are my parents.
and how was *your* day???
yeah. so. I'm freaking out a bit. I've been alternating between that and numb.
I want to eat. I want chips, and cookies, and ice cream, and popcorn.... it's bad enough that I've been drinking. I'm on my third bottle - half of a Guinness (the other half had started it and then gave it to me), one bottle of homebrewed Rye PA beer, and now a hard cider. (Don't send the other half to get me a drink, he got me the Rye... I wanted a cider....) I am not tracking today, intentionally.
I did manage to NOT go crazy on eating. I had a proper portioned dinner. I did not eat a bag of chips on my own. I did not eat all the wafer stick cookie things - I had a serving of them. ONE serving. I wanted the bag. I had a serving. I wanted all the chips - I had a serving. I am now upstairs and away from the kitchen. If I am down there it is too tempting to get food I don't need - or more to drink. I am going to enjoy my cider and crash out.
If I can make it through this without going off the deep end on food, I can manage anything.