I'm having a hard time right now.
I'm writing a book.
Tonight, I wasted 3 hours that could have been used to write, tinkering and editing with this new program a friend was nice enough to buy for me.
It gives reports on things like overused words, cliche and readability, etc.
I was having a really hard time figuring out exactly what it wanted from me, and by the end, I was REALLY mad. I immediately wanted to send my bf for a pizza. Thankfully, I knew that wouldn't happen for one, and two, I didn't really want it to, but I knew I did want pizza! ha.
So, anyhow, I compromised. I sparked and I had enough cals for two pita pizzas, each with a little sauce and .25 cup of cheese, an apple, and a sugar free snack cup for the rest of the night.
I was eating the snack cup while the pizzas were in the oven. I felt pretty terrible. I knew that normally, I would not have eaten it. I very rarely eat stuff like that.
I know it's probably stupid to feel bad for eating a 60 calorie snack cup, but the creamy textured goodness was a comfort, and THAT is what I felt guilty about. Not because I ate it, but because I knew why I was eating it.
I'm feeling really upset about my book right now, it's spilling over into these other areas.
I stayed perfectly on plan...but I am just behind on my writing and feeling awful.
Oh, then I get on livejournal and read a friends blog that basically sounds like, "I'm so thin and pretty, I hate it, I hate taht everyone is always complimenting me, I feel like meat."
I'm like, okay, I feel like bacon. join the club.


for you. The good news is, you recognized the "want" for emotional eating, and compromised with yourself (not ordering pizza) and had a perfectly on plan meal instead! Now you can work with yourself and try to stop this cycle the next time it happens. . .

