Well it's true.
We are in the midst of a family crisis and strangely enough, I'm not eating my way through the problem. I always thought I was an emotional eater, but I'm beginning to realize that not every emotion inspires gluttony. Crisis, stress, and happiness are three that I've identified that do not make me eat. Loneliness, depression and boredom tend to draw oreos and doritos to me like I've become an x-man (or woman as it were)
Anyway it's Friday and this morning's weigh in was 191, good news, I hope I can keep up the good work over the weekend. I've found the structure of work is very helpful in controlling my urges to shovel...,well lard and salt, into my body. I've got no plans for the weekend, so hopefully I'll be able to get my house straightened, do a ninja dance on the ants that have invaded our master bathroom and sit on my big (shrinking) butt and crochet for the majority of the time. I'm planning a craft show with Erin and I've done 4 ear warmers so far, I need to get my butt in gear if I'm going to have enough stuff to stock a craft show booth.