Tuesday, September 22, 2015
If it's called comfort-eating, why aren't I feeling better?
Work is a mess, my in-laws are arriving in a few days, the kid's life is crazy busy - so our house is full of stress. I find myself consciously striving for calmness while the kid is awake, and once she's in bed, seeking solace in late night snacks. I'm measuring into a bowl to try to contain the madness, but it's not good....