Thanks for thy wise counsel, Elberta. Too late, unfortunately. Ooooooh, the shame.......
Like a fool, I ordered a box of girl scout cookies from a sweet-faced little cherub of a girl--more like an unwitting minion of the

. Okay, maybe that's a little harsh? I ordered the only reduced-fat choice they offered---big deal, Lucille---reduced fat doesn't mean anything when you're out of control.

I think I ate about 7 of them and I called upon all the strength I had and doused them with dish soap and then poured enough water on them to make them nice and sudsy and well, let's just say they weren't as appealing.
I've read enough about emotional eating to know that when you feel like your eating is out of control, something's up and you're trying to kill it with food. I've caught myself long enough to ponder that and I honestly don't know. I'm feeling sort of antsy about money and that's always enough to drive anyone a bit mad. The good news is I have it together enough to know that this little food orgy I'm indulging in today is NOT me, doesn't feel good at all. That's the old me trying to drop in for a visit and she ain't staying!
Why is it I can make my own treats at home---cookies, cakes, pastries, and it doesn't drive me to want more---not like some cheap prepackaged junky thing. Is it because my stuff is more like real food and is more nourishing, and the junky stuff just leaves my body wanting more because there's simply nothing nourishing there?
Oh my, I think I'm on the verge of raving here. Confession: the G.S. cookies were only the tip of the old proverbial iceberg. It's been an orgy of crackers and dip, chips and iccky nacho sauce, and one big fat creme de menthe brownie AND the scout cookies.
I think I may have to try one of Ceara's fasting days. Seriously!!!