Day 16: Oooops, Stress and WOW

Today, this whole foodblogging thing really stepped up for me. I gotta say. It was quite a day.

Got up. Had coffee in my cowboy boot mug that I got from a cowboy saloon in Nashville after completing the Country Music Marathon in Nashville in 2000.

Again, I thought about getting some oatmeal at Starbucks. Again, I got distracted and ran out of time. Toasted an English  muffin. Got a stressful work phone call. Burned the English muffin while on the phone. Started with a brand new English muffin. Was all stressed and grabbed it right out of the toaster, put on the peanut butter, and took a bite……. OOOOOPS.

Grabbed the camera. Took the picture. The painted rabbit of doom was not pleased.

This was a big turning point. I was all worked up over this phone call. What I wanted, more than anything, was to dive into the peanut butter jar with a BIG GIANT SPOON and eat it all. I was on the brink. I can’t even tell you how close I was to that brink.

TURNING POINT.

I could either:

1. Throw in the towel, eat the peanut butter with the spoon. Off camera. Which would render this entire blog project useless.
2. Eat the peanut butter with the spoon and document it with the camera.
3. Walk away from the peanut butter.

Guess which one I chose, in that split second? Yeah!!!!!!! I chose option number THREEEEEEEEEE! Which is, I can’t tell, you, NOT the thing I would normally do.

As I drove to work I was completely, like, WOW did that really happen? Did I really escape the giant claws of the monster peanut butter jar? Unbelievable.

Thank you camera! Thank you foodblogging! Wow.

I went to work. It was one of the hardest, most stressful days I have had all year.  Went and had fish tacos for lunch. Which turned out to be good. I had two tacos (just one seen here) but just one tortilla on each one.

One of my co-workers and I had talked about going to this super nifty Happy Hour down the street, to help us get through this hard week. So I was actively thinking, YAY, I will switch out the peanut butter fix and turn it into an alcohol fix.

But at 5pm we still had work to do. I still had piles of work. So Happy Hour did not happen. Everyone else went home. I worked until around 7. Then I was hungry. Went across the street and had some very nice French onion soup. And some bread. And a chicken salad.

I had most of the soup, one piece of bread, and about half the salad. I have to say, I HATE having dressing on the side. I know it’s a very Diety thing to do (but I’m not ON a diet!!!!!!!!!!!) but I hate it with a fiery passion. Either the salad is dry as bones, or it’s got a huge glop of dressing on it. UGH. What I wanted was to ask for a big giant bowl, about half the dressing and two big forks so I could toss it properly. But that did not happen. I just ate most of the chicken and some of the walnuts and blue cheese. And the 1/3 of lettuce that had the right amount of dressing.

I worked until 10:30pm tonight. Partly because I really want to work out tomorrow morning, and I needed to get all my stuff done.

I feel really proud of what happened today. I could so easily have gone into anesthetic, bingey eating TWICE today, and both times, it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen at all.

And…… (whispering) I have not had any sugar in two days. Just sayin’. I’m not TRYING, I’m just…. seeing what happens.