I love my husband but he drives me insane sometimes. I work outside the home. He is supposed to be taking care of the housework but he seldom does and I often get home from a busy day's work to find I have to do his job, too, and I just flipped out this time. I cleaned up the mess and came back to the bedroom to cry and blow off steam. I still haven't had any dinner.
Why am I telling you all this? I guess because my usual way to deal with stress is to eat. Not just eat, but binge! I would be hopping in the car and heading out to get some cookies and chocolate or caramel or something! Truthfully, I don't want any of that now, but that means instead of stuffing down my feelings I actually have to feel them! Eek! So I had a good cry, let go of the stress, and then sat down to blog about it. If it weren't getting so dark I might go for a walk. As it is I'll probably go heat up some leftover lemon pepper and rosemary chicken and that's about it. I'm not used to coping with stress without using comfort food, so this is new ground for me. Life throws shit at you sometimes. But I'm glad that reaching for junk was not my first impulse and I'm not even fighting the urge to do so ... I really don't feel like eating. Weird. But cool.