Sweetening up a bad day
October 6, 2009
This morning I found out that a script I've been working on for three months was rejected by the studio. It was a crushing blow, so after hanging up the phone with my agent, I went out and bought some Rocky Road at an ice cream parlor to cheer myself up. I don't know if my trainer or nutritionist would agree with me, but I don't feel guilty about that scoop. I'm not even calling it a "slip." I know that emotional eating is generally unhealthy, and that if I ran for Chunky Monkey every single time I had a disappointment or setback, I'd regain all the weight I've lost in no time. But sometimes when things are bleak and you feel like crying or getting back into bed and never coming out again, a little ice cream is just what you need.