relapse

I am very proud to say that I haven't had chips and wine for dinner in a longgg, long time.

Well, not including tonight.

I really don't know what happened. I wasn't drunk, or hungry, or mad, or sad, or anything in particular. I don't think it was emotional eating.

I could blame it on the leftover nacho cheese from Galentine's day. That was probably it, but whatever it was, I couldn't help myself.

Even as I stood there in the kitchen shoving chips in my mouth, I was thinking, "This is bad. Why am I doing this?"

It was like a compulsion that I could not control. Slightly scary, actually.

I think it's best to throw away all the junk food leftover from the party and start meal planning again.