I know that I am an emotional eater.  I eat when I’m sad, bored, happy, celebratory and STRESSED.

Chari was here for a fabulous week.  I didn’t do to bad with her here, having the same food goals helps.  Choosing healthy fresh foods.  The problem was the restaurants.  We started the week going out to breakfast with Char, Dave, Leslie and Sam. On the same day we went out with Katherine before her trip.  The next day we went out with my family for a birthday party at Claim Jumper and Mary took us out another night to the restaurant she works at.   The one and only fast food place we went was to Dicks for a burger.

So there was some celebratory eating.  The stress eating started yesterday afternoon.  Chari was on her way home, driving in what the weather reports said would be cold and a little rain/snow mixed and turned into being taken off the freeway and held for nearly two hours while downed power lines where cleared and then only getting just over half way home in the nearly twelve hours it usually takes and staying in a motel in Medford Oregon.

So checking traffic cams, checking weather reports and looking on line for motels that take dogs along the way I sat at my kitchen counter on my computer and might have well just pulled the door off the fridge.  I knew I was doing it too.  hmm toast, hmm yogurt, hmm nachos, hmm boca burger, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm.  That feeling of helplessness, worry and plain and simple stress. I am just thankful I never have cookies or candy or cake in my house because it could have been worse.

Chari is venturing out, chains ready to be donned in Ashland.   I am staying away from the fridge.  I feel off track and need to get back to exercise and training for the marathon but the week was so fabulous and well worth the diversion.