Stress eater rant: I think I deserved the cake...

Well based on the title we all know that I am a stress eater... which makes sense when considering myself at my heaviest weight. I was working nightshift while caring for my son. People deal with stress in m

any ways. My way: food, usually sweets. I know some people feel that any consumption of anything outside of carrot sticks and lettuce is a breach of contract in the weight loss world. It is in fact normal. The key is to understand that you may have these moments and to pick up and keep going!

So then, we fast forward to my day and how I decided to "eat the cake..." My morning started fairly normal. I actually slept all night (at least to my knowledge) and woke up at 830 am. I Am still getting over the side effects from my MMR booster and Shingles vaccine, so I vegged a bit in bed and surfed the internet. My internet bliss was abruptly cut short by my son who is on the autism spectrum. I guess he decid

ed I needed to get going and the cord no longer worked. I figured "no biggie" as I could just use my cell phone hotspot, right? Wrong! For whatever reason, my computer would connect but then did nothing. I decided to call my mom to vent. I normally use Wi-Fi to assist the call because for some reason my signal sucks tremendously within my unit. I call and experience connection issues for the initial calls. I looked at my phone perplexed. Why was I able to have five bars while trekking through Hampi India with a flip phone in 2007, yet in 2023 the cell phone that costs as much as

a high-end laptop computer has no signal? But I have learned not to question things in life too much and I attempt to call again and the phone rings! So, I am ranting and realized my kiddo, in an effort to organize my room to his liking, had moved items that I prefer to keep a close eye on. One item needed to be locat

ed ASAP! So, I essentially demolish my room trying I find the item. Ultimately, I found it but a lot of time had passed.

SO now we move on to running the errands I needed to do. I go to the cable company for a new cord for the internet. After a small debate I was able to get the appropriate adapter. Keep in mind it is almost 5pm now, so essentially my day is shot. I finished a few errands and returned to my apartment... which now looks like the battle of Armageddon had taken place after I feverishly searched for my lost item earlier. I start to organize the chaos as best I can, but I am mentally and physically spent at this point. I convince my son to get into a shower and helped him wind down.

Alas! It is time for my shower, except... my

blouse is not caught in the zipper of my jeans. Perfect ending to this chaotic day, right? I stood there contemplating my dilemma... do I rip the blouse from the zipper or slowly attempt to remove it and avoid creating a hole in the blouse? I ultimately was able to remove my jeans and blouse while they were still hopelessly attached.

I laid my newly created "onesie" on the bathroom counter and hopped into the shower. I washed the essence of the shenanigans away and felt like a new person... until I realized I forget to grab a towel. So now I am dripping wet but refreshed. Thankfully I had placed my bathrobe close by, so I avoided the dreaded dripping tiptoe to my room. I finished drying off, said my prayers and grabbed the wonderful specimen of cake I bought at the grocery store. And I did eat, and it was good LOL! Thank you for allowing me to vent for your reading pleasure. More to come on my journey soon in addition to therapeutic rants!!