So today was a major snowstorm (2 inches in Seattle is major!) I was at the Supported Living Facility that I manage, one staff had called in due to the weather and the other was at the grocery store shopping for the week, so I was there by myself, not able to leave the clients. Anyway...I heard on the tv that by 3pm there was another round of snow showers coming...and I had a "to do" list a mile long that I needed to accomplish before I could head for home, (shop for the client's Christmas presents, go to the office to finish this months filing, stop and get gas in my car) I was waiting, waiting, waiting for the staff to get back so I could get my stuff done and get home before the storm hit (No one knows how to drive in the snow here, being from Idaho where we get real winter I'm not bothered by driving in it...it's the other dumb a*** you have to watch out for!)
I realized I was hungry (felt like I was starving) and hadn't brought a lunch. I was physically hungry and had big ugly emotions that I guess I didn't know how to deal with....so I went out to my car and dug into the groceries I had purchased earlier...bypassing the fruit, the whole wheat bagels. I grabbed a jar of peanut butter and went back into the house, frustrated and hungry and flat pissed. I ate four HUGE spoons full, probably about a cup and a half, standing in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window, fuming that the staff was taking so long.
I was going for the 5th spoonful when my staff pulled up. I then snapped back to reality and literally felt a huge knot of peanut butter in my throat. I managed to swallow it and put the peanut butter back in the grocery bag before the girl came in...YUCK. The time it took me help her put away the groceries and then gather my stuff, allowed me to get a grip and the binge was derailed.
I am just now hungry again after my cup and a half of peanut butter...about 7 hours later.
Crap.