Stress eating? Nahhhhhh.

Okay, here’s what we’re looking at since Tuesday evening.  Doritos, sweet & sour chicken, Wendy’s Spicy chicken sandwich and some fries (there were some healthy meals mixed in there, but that’s boring).  And no exercise since Monday.  So much for the anxiety diet!  That lasted about two hours.

It’s not so much that I’m a stress eater.  I picture stress eating as “Ooh, I’m stressed.  I know what I’ll do, NOM NOM NOM!”  It’s more that when I have other stuff going on, I have no extra energy to focus on being healthy.  And so I just eat whatever, because God knows it takes extreme mental concentration and positive motivation to actively choose the kale salad over the Wendy’s drive-thru. 

I’m back on today, but not feeling particularly cheerleader-y about it.  Also, I have a dinner tonight at a Mexican restaurant with the bestie.  My POTW (plan of the week) (I made up that abbreviation just now) allows for a sensible portion of whatever I want for dinner, so I should be okay as long as I don’t go crazy.  Which I tend to do with Mexican food.