Taking Control

Yesterday was a tough day for me.

I had a good sized breakfast. When I headed down to the food court to get some lunch (I take late lunches), my go-to places for lunch were either already closed, or had cakes and cookies left on the shelves. It's a slow week for everyone, so I guess they make the minimal amount of sandwiches, etc to cut down on losses.

I have a small stash of food in a cabinet in my office, so I had some melba toast, some peanut butter and some fruit for lunch. It was enough to keep me going until I got home. I had a juicy hamburger for dinner, and then finished off with a slice of apple pie. My food intake for the day was hovering at the high end of my calorie intake for the day.

I found myself going to the kitchen and checking the fridge, then the cupboards, for something to eat -- not just once, but several times. Each time, I stopped to ask myself if I was looking for food because I was hungry, or was it because something was bugging me and I wanted to comfort myself with food.

I confirmed that I was looking for comfort -- during my venture out to find food, I bumped into someone who was a participant in an event that really upset me a few years ago. I'm friendly with this person, you know, let by-gones be by-gones, but every time I see them, I subconsciously react by stuffing my face.

I took control. I did not cave in to that urge to stuff myself until I felt better. YAY ME!

It was a good day!