Depression and indulging
Unfortunately, when things get rocky or circumstances really go to h*** (like they've done with me this week), I just don't care what I eat anymore. So I'll eat whatever I feel like. When things in my mind are so bad that life turns gray and bleak, I'll just eat whatever. I won't totally go bananas and bring home a cartload of ice cream and fish sticks, but as far as indulging in things I normally would avoid throughout the day, no problem. In the last few days I've had burritos, cheesecake, Milky Way candy bars, cinnamon rolls, and more candy bars. I guess close to 3K thousand calories a day.
Today, though, my blue funk has turned the other way, and I've had nothing. I may wait and eat tomorrow and see how things go. A couple of days fast may be good for me and clear my head.
On a WAY side note, during this time my wife had a doctor's appointment this week, and she mentioned that she liked the visit except for her step on the scales (she's 50-75 lbs. overweight). But I noticed that it didn't bother her enough to lay off the waffles and cheesecake that I brought home yesterday (she eats this stuff all the time). When she noticed the dessert I brought in, she asked if I would not buy it - she's trying to do better (whatever that means) - but if I mention anything remotely resembling criticism about her munching on cookies or ice cream, I get my head bitten off. I want to applaud her for wanting to do better, but I throw my hands up when she has no hesitation at eating whatever, whenever. I don't know why she said anything to me about the cheesecake; it's not like she doesn't go out and buy it herself. She just refilled her giant stash of chocolate in the cupboard two days ago. I think when she gets it, it's ok, but when I bring it in, it's somehow enabling her in her mind. I dunno - it's as good a theory as any.
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