Emotional Eating. (entry for the 31st of May 2012)
After work today, I sat in my car and begain day dreaming in the sunlight, of leaving for the beach. I had it all planned out. Everything was ready. I leave, taking the first major road, I was doing it. I truly was. My capacity to think about anything else diminished to a pulp that could have easily been squished into a tissue and thrown out the window as I drove towards a place elsewhere, unequivocally allocating everything I was in that moment to disobeying the guidelines of who I’m meant to be.
*Fast forward 30 minutes*
Sitting in my bedroom in front of an Accounting textbook, with a squished up tissue in my pocket.
I’m an emotional eater.
