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Originally Posted by JustJo
My only concessions to stress were a small bag of Wavy Lays and a container of Helluva Good French Onion dip....plus a single small bottle of Coke Zero.
After Rooster went to bed, I sat down on the couch and had some chips and dip and my soda.
Yes, I was feeding my upset, and comforting myself with food. And I knew it. And I made it okay.
I also ate only a fairly normal serving of chips....not the whole bag. The container of dip has a little identation in the top....but it is far from empty. That's progress.
More importantly, it isn't calling me from the cupboards and fridge.
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So....after a conversation with the hospital, and the realization that I'm probably going to have to insist that my mother move back in with me until the end....the chips and dip started calling.
I answered. I ate about 10 chips with dip....and started to feel sick to my stomach.
I did what any healthy peep would do.....and dropped them both in the garbage can. I grabbed a banana instead.
I'm giving myself big points for that today.
