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Feeding my feelings

Emotional eating has always been an issue for me. If I'm nervous, anxious, stressed, angry, or tired, I head straight to the kitchen. Lately I've been trying really hard to nip this bad habit in the bud, but last week I gave in. My husband was out of town for nine days on a business trip, and although I'd planned ahead by stocking up on healthy food, things fell apart about mid-week. Both my son and I came down with the flu, and the combined stress of trying to meet work obligations, comforting my little guy, and feeling lousy was more than I could handle. That's how I found myself diving into a plate of chocolate chip cookies we'd bought at a school fundraiser earlier in the week. They weren't even fresh anymore, but I didn't care. I ate every single cookie—and crumb. I went to sleep feeling full and guilty. When I woke up, I was able to put things in perspective: Yes, I'd gone way overboard the night before, but I could get right back on track with a healthy breakfast instead of letting the binge turn into a week-long pig-out. While I can't promise that I'll never eat over my emotions again, I know it isn't the end of the world when it does happen.


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