First, some things you need to know:
1. My over eating happens when I'm stressed. Without a doubt, that is the part that is hardest for me to control.
2. I've been on the happy pills for a little over two weeks. I may start to notice some effects now, but by no means have they totally kicked in.
3. I've been relatively faithful in journaling my food for over two weeks. I take one day a week off so I don't have to care where I go out to eat, and I took off a couple off days for my birthday so I could eat some damn cake. So far, I've managed to lose over five pounds by exercising more and eating better.
Today was a massively stressful day. I have now joined that club of parents that no one tells you about when you're childless. That club for parents of a majorly, painfully, maybe hemorrhoid causing constipated toddler. I was up part of the night and ended up coming in to work two hours late because of it. I am also in the middle of a major release at work. Never fails to cause some kind of drama that I need to respond to on top of little sleep and being late.
This would have been the perfect excuse for me to eat like a pig before. Not huge portions, just all of that happy comfort food that isn't remotely good for you. Burritos, ice cream, pasta salad with mayo dressing. Today I had every intention of letting lose and eating what I wanted. I went off in search of something really really bad. But then, I couldn't do it. I couldn't just pig out. None of the bad stuff sounded good. Eating a lot sounded horrible.
I'm apparently a changed woman. I ended up getting a light pasta salad (vinaigrette) and a small, mayo free sandwich (which I only at half of, the rest for dinner) so still not awesome, but certainly not the kind of food I would have gotten before. I did get myself a sweet treat, but I took all day to eat it and gave some of it away.
Who knew? I certainly didn't. Now I'm off to risk getting soaked just because I need to exercise.