baggeth's Journal

The mantra worked!...until it didn't.
Oct 11 2008 00:01

So great day at the gym today and then...well, let's just say I now have definitive proof that I am in fact an emotional eater.  I knew that already but today is a great example.

At the gym I decided to do the treadmill despite still being sore from my last trip on the unrelenting tread of doom.  I actually went farther than I had the last time and this was after too much hookah and well a bit too much wine the night before.  One would think that after that experience I would be further motivated to keep on track for the day...meh, wrong.  I gave into my weakness of Pringles while running errands and while waiting for my roommates parents arrived (who mind you were going to take me out to dinner, a fact I was well aware of before I wound up eating a definite majority of those chips...it was a slaughter I tell you! They just didn't stand a chance).  My emotional eating came from the anxiety I have over the fact that their daughter is so responsible money wise and here I am still unemployed.  I hate myself for that.  Most of the damage to the pringle community occured in the half hour that I was waiting for them to arrive.  Brutal I tell you. 

Then we went out to dinner, cajon salmon BLT with a side of chips and a pint of black butte porter.  Sounds good, huh? Oh yah tasted even better.  During dinner I wasn't hungry, knew it but figured if i kept stuffing my face I wouldn't have to fumble around looking for an answer to the question..."so what have you been up to??"  So i've been feeling a little sick since then...oh yah almost forgot about the gelato.  Not a big serving but i don't know what I was thinking, I was always ready to explode.

To top it off I am heading straight toward a fried chicken craving...Not there yet, the idea of greasy food kinda makes me a little nauseous at the moment.  I guess tomorrow will be the moment of truth of whether or not I will be able to move.