Ok Ok....I just realized I like to eat when stressed,sad,mad,or any kind of neg emotion. Last night I was NOT feeling like my normal up beat self. I had a long hard day at work, then I get home and start getting things ready for Thanksgiving.(making out last min shopping list,ect...) Kids get home from school, husband gets home from work. We leave to get the boys a haircut, then off to the store. I was tired, my foot was hurting,and the store was the LAST place I wanted to be. So by the time I got home I just broke down. Can you guess the first place I dashed too? You got it...the fridge. I opened it up to see what I had in there to munch on. Guess what I found? Not a DANG thing. (sighs) We haven't been buying the usual "junk" food since I have decided to get serious about losing weight. So there I sat for about two mins with the fridge door open looking for something to "comfort" me. When I found nothing in the fridge I went right for the pantry. You got it...NOTHING. So I made due with a bottle of water and some gum. I was so proud of myself. I didn't even eat a piece of the pumpkin bread I baked for the holidays. Woohoo...GO ME
