I’ve been eating like crazy for the past week. I mean, I’ve found myself totally full and completely physiologically sated after having eaten fruit, vegetables, nuts, eggs, meat—real whole foods, you know?—but walking myself directly to the vending machine to buy a Three Musketeers after I dismiss the kids.
I don’t even like Three Musketeers. Has there ever been a more boring candy bar?
But I just can’t help myself. My job is so stressful.
Tonight I found myself at an ersatz wedding reception, recreationally eating Peanut M&Ms. Well, I guess recreationally is the only way you can eat M&Ms. Unless you were that dude from “127 Hours” and your arm was caught under a boulder for a few days. Then if you had some M&Ms, you’d eat them for survival.
Not the point.
The point is, I was NOT hungry. I had already had my daily allotment of sugar (emphasis on lot). But I didn’t know that many people at the party. And so I just kept popping those little bastards in my mouth.
I simply must learn some alternate strategies to deal with uncomfortable emotions. That, or commit myself to an institution.