I'm not one of those people who quits eating when I am stressed.
I am always amused by those who say things like "I was so upset I couldn't eat."
Ha! I have NEVER been so upset that I couldn't eat.
Quite the opposite. As soon as I found out about That Tragic Event on Tuesday night, I walked in the kitchen and ate a piece of cheese the size of a chihuahua.
THEN I called Curt's wife Gael.
Food is my anchor. Food is my confidante. I don't give up food when I am mad, sad, tired, unhappy. I bring it closer.
Of course, when I am happy, I celebrate with food, too.
All this living is bad for my waistline.
JOKING! WHAT waistline?
I have to learn some new coping skills, or start shopping in the plus size section. I'll start meditating. Tomorrow. As soon as these cookies are all gone.