ARghhhh. I just ate two-thirds of a bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies in less than an hour. Emotional eating, much?
I feel ill.
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For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This persective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. (Souza)
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3 comments:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
be gentle with yourself. If cookies are what you feel like, so be it.
(((HUGS)))
See, if I could blame this on the miscarriage/ infertility stuff, then yeah, it wouldn't bother me. Many pints of Ben&Jerrys have dissapeared under that heading.
But this is stupid work stress, plain and simple, and work stress does NOT deserve cookies. It deserves broccoli.
My work stress definitely deserves cookies! :) My greater stresses--say Mr. A---deserve coconut pie.
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