Confessions of a stress eater...

Soooo...I am a recovering stress eater. I do not have to be sad or angry, I handle stress very well. Well, how do I put this. I handle stress very well, I do not sweat when the heat is on and I stay calm cool and collected. I have grace under fire as my bosses have told me.

But see, in doing that, and this is coming from years of therapy...I put myself in an imbalance. If life were a teeter-totter, it would be weighted on one side, so I do something to balance it out...I eat. And boy can I eat.

My go to is not candy or salty chips...no it is the chip's cousin...

The golden, deep fried, seasoned with salt and pepper french fry...

I love the taste, the texture...crinkle cut preffered, and as I like my women, thick cut steak fries. With or without ketchup, bar-b-que sauce, or even hot sauce. I'd take as I could get them. Usually after a major incident at work happened and I walk people off of the ledge. Then I would take all of the stress that I endured and let it out...replacing it with my fries.

And as I am writing this, I wish I had a basket of them right now.

But I don't...I practice mindful eating and I try to look for other outlets when the stress hits. Or I look at the impulse to binge head on...foolishly, of course.

These days I win the majority of the time...sometimes I lose. Like everyting else, its no fun when I do, but then my basket is waiting for me...seasoned well...with no judgements...waiting to comfort me.