I'm so mad at myself -- I'm mad at my SO, and I'm eating, eating, eating.
I don't know why, but my SO is upset about something and hasn't spoken to me for two days. I don't deserve his immature silent treatment, but that's really no excuse for me to stuff my face. I can say though, I haven't been eating any sweets or chips w/ dip -- but I went overboard on fried chicken and english muffins with p&j.
But enough is enough -- let the baby sulk about whatever's bothering - I've tried several times to find out what the problem is, without success. But I've decided I've got to keep myself on track. I'll let him talk when he's ready. (Men can be such babies!)