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So, it started out innocently enough. Last week (Thursday while pulling into daycare to pick-up my kiddo) my car died. So Monday morning my BF comes out (he lives an hour away) to get my shift knob and stereo from the car (the shift knob was a birthday gift from him, it looks like this - http://www.flameball.com/Pewter/PW2-Dragon.htm, and the stereo he had hard wired in and only took 4 minutes to take out). I'm not insane for asking for the shift knob. Anyway. So he stops at Dunkin Donuts to get himself coffee, I ask if he can pick up a latte (yes, with caffeine, no, I'm not giving it up). I say that if they have sugar-free syrup to have them put some in. So those B*&Y^E at DD confuse him by asking him if he wants flavoring in it, and he figures he's being really sweet so he gets Mocha flavoring (which we all know is chocolate syrup). So he tells me this after I had drank about half of it. So I say, it's ok, it's one cup of coffee, I'll finish it and move on. He already feels really bad about the whole thing so I didn't yell at him or anything and he even apologized which is amazing. So I was clean the rest of the day. Tuesday morning, since Im getting rides to work, the person I was coming in with decides she's going to take a half day and can't take me home and yadda yadda, so I call out sick. I ate 2 PB&J sandwiches yesterday. As I was going after them, I even asked myself why. I avoided carbs most of the day, I was totally bored, so if I went in the kitchen hunting I asked myself why and if I was actually hungry, and it turns out I wasn't hungry most of the time. And then the evening came and I was actually hungry and realized I had nothing that was low carb and I wanted to eat and so I ended up eating one, then about 2 hours later I had another one. I'm not giving excuses. I ate them 'cause they tasted really good instead of taking the time to make something that would have been better for me. So here we go with that whole tough love thing.
As a couple side notes:
Richt - please don't slap too hard, I'm pasty and bruise easily.
k5commando - handcuffs don't really scare me.
As a couple side notes:
Richt - please don't slap too hard, I'm pasty and bruise easily.
k5commando - handcuffs don't really scare me.
for admitting you screwed up and gave in to emotional stuff.
next time you start scavenging through the cupboards and fridge because of emotional eating go exercise, drink your water, come here to the board, or journal.
...Was in HEAVEN -got to 150, for awhile, then got too busy, and gave in too much... and... OK holding pattern "keep it together..." 
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