It's no secret that I'm a bit of an emotional eater. I'm not ashamed of it; it's just who I am. When I'm stressed/upset/bummed out/alive I tend to eat my feelings. It's not something I worry about because I also work out a billion* times a week and normally make very healthy choices regarding food when not stressed/upset/bummed out/alive.
With that background, it should come as no surprise to you that the last few weeks have been filled with serious food= feelings eating behavior. As I prepared for a certain test, which we will call Voldemort, everyday was packed with stressed/upset/bummed out/ alive moments and I took advantage!
One such emotion packed morning I stopped at 7-11 before hitting up the library. I was going to be hanging out with Voldemort all day and I was going to need a Spice Pumpkin Latte and a chocolate donut to get me through it. Once inside the convenient store I grabbed my purchases, added an oh-so-necessary Dr. Pepper, and piled them on the counter. The store attendant stepped behind the cash register and began to eye my purchases. After a quick survey of the items he looked up at me. Then back down at the food. Up again. And back down. Finally he spoke. His words didn't reflect the normal customer-employee conversation. I was expecting a simple, objective response. Something along the lines of "that will be $3.42, please." Nope. No dice.
"That's A LOT of sugar. Sugar is not good for you. No, not at all."
What?! I was a) mortified; b) shocked; c) ticked; d) stressed/upset/bummed out/alive. No, this isn't a choose your own ending blog--- ALL of these reactions roamed through my mind as I faced my judgment day there in the quickie mart. I laughed, payed my dues, and walked out of the double doors. I had bigger things to face that day than fight a store clerk.
I will say this, however. In reflecting upon this experience I have realized one thing. Sure, loads of sugar at 9:00am may not be good for me. But, dear store clerk, messing with a girl going up against Voldemort? You OBVIOUSLY don't know what's good for YOU.
* Author's note: saying that Okie works out a billion times per week may or may not be an exaggeration...
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So I just had dinner, say, about 25 meatballs from huge bag of Costco Meatballs which lives in my freezer.
Sure glad I didn't face that clerk! Tho he might have said, "dude, that's a lot of balls."
ha!! hilarious, as usual, Padre
So how did it go with Voldamort?
Hey, if you need a sugar high in the morning time I can fed ex you Monkey..... she also happens to be really good at bossing people around, maybe she could take care of this voldemort thing....
Ang--- I will accept your Fed Ex child gladly, ha ha. Perfect idea!
haha. good luck with voldemort!
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