Stress = eating Right??

So it's been really busy the last few weeks, and while I'm not complaining, it does have some interesting side effects. My crazy wild dreams are back in full force; I'm sure it's because my brain just doesn't turn off. I go to bed thinking about everything that has been accomplished, everything still left to do, conversations I had, and all the other random thoughts that run through my brain. I wake up turning the same things over and over in my head. My feet don't hit the floor without checking emails and texts.

So, there's that. But for me, stress has usually always meant eating. My mind has a switch that completely turns off emotion when I eat. I generally don't think when I'm eating, and I almost never "feel" when I'm eating. As you can imagine, this is not good. It's something I've had to be really cognizant of in the last few weeks. We've had a huge project at work that we've been working on, and that I've been overseeing, and it's been very tempting to just fill my tummy (and mind) with all manner of carbs, sodas, and chocolates. It really hasn't been too much of a struggle... until today.

Today I would like nothing more than to eat a few cheeseburgers. Or several slices of pizza. With an ice cold pepsi. And maybe some doritos.

But, I won't. My sweet husband is making us homemade waffles as I type this. I'll calculate the calories and I'll have a glass of ice water. Later, I'll have my nightly snack of 22 tortilla chips and 4 tablespoons of spinach artichoke dip, and I'll hope that weigh in tomorrow is GREAT!