Friday, November 02, 2018
I am an emotional eater. I know that about myself. yesterday was an unmitigated disaster. I had s stressful day at work. It was the day after Halloween and middle schoolers. they have five days off because of conferences and election day. They were crazy energetic. I left school and went right to my daughter's last volleyball game of the season. then the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner and finish making that.
arranging for her to get a ride to varsity playoff volleyball game. It's life. It's crazy and hectic and there isn't a moment to breathe. So I ate. and ate. then ate some more. then of course, I am bloated and ashamed because I stuffed myself. Then my husband comes home and he and my son start arguing. All I want to do is dip. GO somewhere alone. Then I feel guilty because I don't want to be around my family. I just need a break so bad and there is no time. So I self medicate with sweets.
And I am keeping myself stuck in the same old same old.