And I feel bad… but not too bad…

I eat when I’m bored.  Or stressed.  Which is not a good thing when I am 1.) Not running today (planned day off) so I have extra time and, 2.) Staring down the barrel of a 3 day conference in which I will present 3 topics that have never been presented before… to the most technically savvy audience of the year.

That said… I want junk food…  Lots of it… and beer to wash it all down with.

That’s the emotional side of it.

The rational side of me politely accepted the sausage biscuit I was given this morning (after repeated requests not to be included in the sausage biscuit list) and promptly slid it into the trash can.  I feel bad… but not too bad…

And I sit here and stare at the cookies and other crap that were brought in by those who are “just trying to help” and  know that, unless someone eats them, they will rot because I won’t touch them.  And I feel bad… but not too bad…

But there are those times, rarely, when I will bend to the call of my favorite alcoholic beverage or succumb to the call of a cookie and I know that, because I am working out regularly and eating better, that this is OK…  And I will feel bad… but not TOO bad… 8)

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