After a month and a half of controlling my emotional eating urges I completely caved last night. I had a pisser of an afternoon yesterday and it was either kill someone or eat the two two-bite candy bars I found on my desk. In retrospect someone should've just died instead but it is what it is. Then I hid the wrappers like I'd committed a crime and swore myself to secrecy or someone was going to get hurt.
I had no intentions of telling anyone what I'd done...
Then I thought, "Eff that! It was four bites of chocolate not a all-out binge fest at a chocolate fountain with swimming involved. I mean seriously." So as soon as the Husband walked in the door I told on myself. I ate four bites of chocolate. To which his response was, "Um.. okay?"
So instead of drowning in a shame spiral, I manned up. I ate that chocolate. What was I going to do about it? Penance. I got on the eliptical for 10 minutes while the kids were in the bath. Five minutes for each mini candy bar. After I got off the machine I felt empowered. Four bites of chocolate wasn't going to kill me, derail me, or turn me into a pumpkin.
I got on the scale this morning and I'd lost another pound. So take that candy bars.
The biggest pisser of the whole thing was: I was so mad, I horked that chocolate down and I barely tasted it. Such a waste.