... And my five year old has spent the past three hours throwing up, after completely obliterating her bed and the carpet. We cleaned it up, and now my husband is sleeping while I take the night shift.
And despite a long day and major stress (he just got back into town earlier today from a work trip that had a flight delay) even before the pukeys hit, I have a victory to announce. I HAVEN'T eaten a thing this evening. Not when I was tired, or facing a deadline for a form needed at church tomorrow, or when we were getting ready for bed and realized the girls room smelled like the inside of a diaper pail.
NO chocolate, NO coffee. NO cheese. No emotional eating of any kind, not even an on-plan snack. I just took two teaspoons of cod liver oil to strengthen my immune system against this bug and replenish me a bit as a face a night that hasn't ended yet. But that was a deliberate choice for my health, as was choosing to be grossed out, tired, and then stay up as long as needed to help her. I chose to feel all those things and NOT rely on food in any way, shape, or form. I'm taking deep breaths and relaxing even as she's pretty miserable, because I know stress is just going to wear me down faster.
I have spent an awful night with no binge and NO emotional eating, not even on plan eating. I feel a bit funny celebrating this, but it's an achievement I have struggled with in the past. Things sucked and I still haven't medicated with food. Woooooohooooo!



