OK. I just have been noticing how much I want to eat when I am stressed out. Case in point~ we were on our way to our first social worker visit for the adoption, and all I could think about was how much I wanted a Whopper with cheese. Then, I took a short nap on Thursday before working midnights, woke up, and found that someone had gotten RED SHARPIE marker all over the toilet seat. Looks like someone hemorrhaged to death. I raced to the cabinet for "a row", only to remember the dang diet. So now that I am dieting, I have the almost daily urge to go shopping. I think I'm trading one addiction for another. Which is worse, to look good and be poor, or to have money and look like crap???
Anne
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