STRESS with a capital S

Things have gotten more stressful at the workspace.  I cried two times yesterday.  And ate chocolate to make myself feel better.  And dessert.  I'm a bad person.  I don't know why I associate food with making myself feel better.  My mother didn't raise me like that, we didn't get treats when we felt sad or things were tough.  But it's definitely something I do as an adult. Lose your job?  Have some macaroni and cheese.  Boyfriend dump you?  How about a box of donuts.  Unhappy with your weight?  Here's a pound of cheese and crackers.  Yeah, cause that makes sense, especially the last one.   How about, 'Unhappy with your weight? Here's a freakin' apple, now go to the gym.'  How do I rewire my brain to think this way?

Breakfast-
Raisin bagel with cream cheese- to my benefit, I scraped off over a half cup of cream cheese and threw it out, rather than eat the entire thing.  I swear there was more cream cheese than bagel when i got it.
Lunch-
General Tsao's chicken- half order
Egg roll- half order.   Someone once told me that sharing food makes the calories fall out.  Do we think there's any truth to that?
Snack-
here's where the gluttony and stress sets in- as if batter dipped, fried chicken in a spicy sauce isn't already gluttony.  10 or so Hershey's miniatures, assorted flavors.
Dinner-
Frizee and olive salad
Chicken Fried Chicken w/ mashed potatoes and string beans
Key Lime Pie
a pint of Stella

I did then walk most of the length of the Village Halloween parade, which, paired with running allover the workspace all day and the calorie drain of a couple crying jags, I must have burned at least 1000 calories, right?  Ok, realistically, probably more like 250.  Oh well, another day, another donut.

I did then haul my butt up out of bed at 6 to go to the gym, so tomorrow's entry should bode a little better.