For about a week now I’ve been eating. Eating mostly junk. Here and there. In between my healthy habits. Candy. Cookies. Ice Cream. Chips. Plastic wrapped burritos. Cheese. Wonderful cheese. And so many other things.
Just more food than usual.
And I’m not even hungry.
Or craving it.
That is what I’m curious about.
I know that when I go on these types of raids. Raids of food. It is because something is on my mind. Usually, it’s something that is making me nervous.
As I eat, I wonder what it is I’m concerned about.
Normally, during the day my calorie count is low. Low enough to feel a healthy vibe.
Not during the past week. I haven’t cared so much. Yet I have. I will spend the day eating my low-cal meals only to walk into the house after work and munch on every munchable thing in sight.
I really do know that something is on my mind. But what, exactly? That, I am trying to figure out.
It will come to me. I will find the answer. I always do. And when I see the light, the extra eating will stop.
I know this for a fact. It’s happened before. And before. And before that.
Somehow, it all evens out. Healthy habits will kick back in. And life will go on.
In the meantime, I’m feeling a bit overfed.
I wish I would just bite my nails during these times of angst.