Heavyweight

I'm not one of those people who quits eating when I am stressed.

I am always amused by those who say things like "I was so upset I couldn't eat."

Ha! I have NEVER been so upset that I couldn't eat.

Quite the opposite. As soon as I found out about That Tragic Event on Tuesday night, I walked in the kitchen and ate a piece of cheese the size of a chihuahua.

THEN I called Curt's wife Gael.

Food is my anchor. Food is my confidante. I don't give up food when I am mad, sad, tired, unhappy. I bring it closer.

Of course, when I am happy, I celebrate with food, too.

All this living is bad for my waistline.

JOKING! WHAT waistline?

I have to learn some new coping skills, or start shopping in the plus size section. I'll start meditating. Tomorrow. As soon as these cookies are all gone.