I was in a bit of a depression tonight. My sis called from Texas and apparently my mom has been having some trouble. She's had heart problems for quite some time now, but the symptoms my sis was describing sounded awful close to a stroke or something. She's only 46!! I hate that I"m so far away from her right now.
Oh crud, I'm sorry your mom's not doing well! I know it's little comfort, but at least Houston's got one of the best medical centers in the world, including I don't even know how many places for heart issues. My thoughts are with you and your mom on this one.
I know that's no excuse for eating terribly...but I felt like I couldn't help it. I felt like I couldn't even control it. And THAT makes me feel horrible. ...like eating is not even in my control. It sounds so retarded and ridiculous.
It's neither retarded nor ridiculous, hon. It's really hard to ignore comfort food, especially when you're upset-- and you're even thousands of miles from your family! That must be really difficult.
Last night I almost gave in after a conversation with my mom (my grandma's not doing terribly well), and the only thing that stopped me was... well, now this is going to sound retarded/ridiculous... it's like I have a bet going with the cookies on my kitchen table. I've bet them that I'm not going to eat handfuls of them uncontrollably. They've bet me that I can't do it. And I'll be damned before I lose a bet to an inanimate object, or even a pile of them!
So yeah, kinda silly, but that's what works for me. Congrats on meeting your water quota, and don't worry about eating badly tonight... it's something to work on, and tomorrow will be a better day.
Sifen