Getting Old and Emotional Eating

Getting Old
Guess what…? On Saturday, I will be 25! (Disclaimer: I apologize to anyone who I may offend when I “suggest” that 25 is old, I know that it’s really not!) I’ve got some big changes coming for my 25-year-old-self. I’m excited to be 25, I just feel like it’ll be a good year! New job, new house, continuing my healthiness journey. Yep, it’s gonna be good. I can see it right now…

Emotional Eating
Well, I mentioned (up there) that today has been hellish at work. So much so, that I SERIOUSLY (like, really truly seriously) considered saying “Screw this – I’m OUT!” and just leave… but I know burning bridges isn’t a good thing, even though I’m leaving the company. I may or may not have required a little reminding about that from a couple of friends at work. They talked me off a ledge. Thank goodness for them for keeping me “in check” and rational – even though I was pretty heated!

Being that today is crappy at work – I have noticed some emotional eating take over. I wish I had noticed it BEFORE I ate the donut (damn donut day! You will be the death of me…) I didn’t even really WANT a donut. In fact, this morning, I was going to eat one of the Holey Donuts! that Jen had given me and I thought about it for a second before I heated it up and thought, “Nah, I really just don’t FEEL like a donut right now…” So, I didn’t have one. Well, come to work, enter horribly, unhelpful and rude admin. and what’s the first thing I want… a donut! And not even a low-cal donut – I want the full fat, EVIL donut. I had one and I don’t even know why. I KNOW a stupid donut isn’t going to make me feel better about this rude woman, but I still caved. It’s been a trying day for me, food-wise… which stinks, but I guess sometimes, these kind of days just happen. I am going to try my darndest to keep myself in control for the rest of the day and not let my emotions tell me what to eat… they don’t know what the hell they’re talking about anyways!