I was doing my periodic overview of my eating habits tonight, because I came home and reached for a beer and realized why it is that I don’t buy it that often: cause I’ll drink it.
Ah, binge behavior.
I’d had alcohol on Saturday night (celebratory dinner), and a beer and a half on Tuesday, and decided last night to pass and opt for Diet Dr. Pepper, which I did again tonight.
Just gotta watch what you’re doing. Beer is OK once or twice a week. Every night, it is not. I do find comfort foods/habits fascinating, though. How higher-stress means I’ve got a greater desire for food, and since I’ve resolved not to binge eat (and, honestly, I don’t have any binge-worthy foods in the house. You can only eat so many eggs and radishes, which is why I have a refrigerator full of eggs and vegetables), how I try to transfer that feeling to something else. The idea is that I’ll eventually be able to channel that energy into increasing the amount of exercise I do, but I’m not at that point yet.
Mainly, I’m at the point of, “Can’t eat? Can’t drink beer? Going to bed.”
Instead, I’ll catch up on some reading, and fume some more about idiots like Newt Gingrich.