The past two days have been absolutely ridiculous at work! When I say I have been running nonstop until 4:45 p.m., I truly mean about every second of that I am editing, writing, designing, answering the phone, returning e-mails, all while barely getting a bite of my leftover turkey and sweet potatoes. My co-worker and friend, Jessica, is spending a few well-deserved days at the beach, so I am doing her work on top of mine. Now don't get me wrong...I'd take a supercharged day over a boring one for sure, but times like these really make me want to make a mad dash to the nearest Arby's (my favorite fast-food fix.)
I have come to accept the fact that I am an emotional eater, because anytime I am stressed, mad, sad, basically any seemingly negative emotion other than indifferent (maybe that one too) all I want is a big plate of fried chicken, heaping slices of supreme pizza or a dripping beef n' cheddar with a side of jalapeno poppers. (Insert stomach growl here) Wouldn't it be nice in times of turmoil, leafy greens sounded as delish as peanut butter pie? Ha Ha!
If my mom was reading this, (and she probably is...thanks, Ma!) she'd probably gently remind me of a particularly stressful day when I was 22, freshly graduated from college and in desperate need of a job. After several months of sending out piles of resumes with no avail, I finally got an interview for an editor position at a magazine. I spent the entire week before the big day brushing up on AP style, current events, finding a suit and making sure my portfolio was perfect. I confidently breezed in, took a test, answered a few questions and was on my way with a big grin in tow. But my thoughts of an office and new business attire quickly diminished the minute I got my “Thank you, but…” letter a few days later. I remember holding the white sheet of rejection, tears exploding, telling my mom I would never find a job. I was on Weight Watchers at the time, and in my frazzled state, I could have dived jumbo spoon first into the triple-chocolate ice cream seducing me from the freezer. But my goals got the best of me, and I made the surprising selection of baby carrot sticks to snack on. My mom said later she got teary-eyed herself when she witnessed my “Eat This, Not That” moment, because I didn’t let stress turn my diet into a mess. Take that! And as a result, I shed 28 pounds!
I just hope that same willpower will push me out of the pantry tonight. :) I think I can…I think I can….
I know you can!
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