KitKat Failure

I ate that goddamn KitKat.

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Okay. I'm supposed to learn something from this. While it was admittedly delicious for a moment. Crunchy. Sweet. Greasy. All of my preferred sins.

It's gone and my anxiety is lowered a bit.  but it's like A.M. (nutritionist) explained....

When my anxiety/stress/emotions/the-demonic-force-that-makes-me-want-to-eat  gets to a certain point, I have two short term options.

 1. I can eat the food. It drops my anxiety level like a rock. But it only lasts a little while. And like most drug use, the "high" is getting shorter and and less "effective" the more I abuse it.

 2. I can participate in a NON-FOOD stress relief. For me it's ceramics, pedicures, relaxing lady time with Mr. SBB, and reading. Like food, it is ulitmately a temporary relief, but it can also be less effective. However: Less effective is OK! As long as it keeps me on the other side of the dreaded "caged animal" mania Breaking Point.

3. The actual long term solution is not 1,000 pedicures or 3 hours of vigorous lovemaking (but that doesn't sound too bad either) - the real solution is not avoiding my problems at work and of course dealing with my emotional issues - i.e. Address the source of the anxieties. Stop pushing down my emotions with food.