I received two major, potentially huge financial blows yesterday without any warning. Enough to make me cry - which I hardly ever, ever do.
In the past I would have run for the cookies and ice cream binge. Last night was also complicated by the fact that DH had his buddy over to jam so there was also beer
in the house and two loud 40+ "teenagers" making a racket downstairs.
I just sat in my office, cat on my lap, headphones on, and kleenex by my side. I didn't even want dinner. That's such a huge change for me. Even though I still feel sad and sick with anxiety this morning I'm proud of the fact that I didn't binge last night.
Dagmar