Emotional eating has got the best of me yet again.
Nine at night and ready for bed. Called my husband at work to say goodnight, got in a fight, hung up the phone and ordered Chinese. It was like someone took over my body, called for delivery and then ate when I wasn’t even hungry.
And you know what? It didn’t taste good. Every bite I thought about how mad I was at my husband, and then I started getting mad that I was eating and so was getting mad about that.
OK, so I had a fight with my husband. What good did the eating do?
All the things I could have done instead of eating:
- Gone to bed
- Read a book
- Took a shower
- Watched TV
- Called my mom
- Watched my kid sleep
- Painted my nails
- Cleaned the house
- Done laundry
- Organized my coupons
Wow, that’s a lot of choices, and yet, I made the choice to eat. Blah all around.