Emotional Eating....and then some

 So after these last two weeks I have figured out two things.

1.     When I am emotional my god can I eat, and it doesn’t matter if its healthy or not, I will eat it. One cookie after another, just line them up and into my mouth they go. Lets face it by that time, the last thing you are concerned about is how many calories are in that, and how much weight did I just put on. No, the only thing you are concerned about at that point is my god what the hell am I going to do when that are no more cookies!!!!!!!

2.     Apparently when I get to that point, people will just give me food just so I stay happy, because apparently I turn into more then a bitch then what I normally am…which is a very scary thought.

Over all needless to say these last two weeks were shit, pure shit and why you may ask, well I will tell you why.  People who shop where I work are CRAZY!!!!! Its like they walk into the store and lose there flipping minds (disclaimer, these words are my own and not that of the place in which I work).  I have had the worst luck with people, I get it, the job that I do I’m dealing with customers that are all ready upset I GET THAT…but in what world gives you the right to walk into MY office and proceed to yell at me???? Or throw a plate on one of our desk at one of my coworks and think that’s ok, AND for the recorded people just because you live an hour away from the store DOESN’T MEAN THE DAMN WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU…. GET OVER IT YOU CHOSE TO LIVE UP THERE…. AND IF YOU ARE LVIGING THERE YOU HAVE MORE THEN ENOUGH MONEY TO COME BACK TO THE DAMN STORE TO FIX YOUR FLIPPING ISSUE…YOU ARE NOT FUCKING SPECIAL YOUR SHIT STILL SMELLS…WE LIVE IN COLORADO GET IN YOUR DAMN CAR AND DRIVE, EVERYTHIGN IS 30 MIN TO AN HOUR AWAY…UGH FUCKING PEOPLE!!!!!!!  Sorry I feel a little better now.  So if that gives you any indication of my last couple of weeks I think you might understand that need to eat. With this massive eating that I have done this last two weeks I have also come to the conclusion that the fat that has accumulated around my stomach, ass, thighs, and arms is like a great relationship for some time, its always there…it never leaves your side…latterly never leaves your side its always with you, it keeps you warm in the winter makes you sweet your ass off in the summer time, its great!!! That is until you want to end your relationship. Then it turns into a “stage 5 clinger” it wont go away it just lingers around, gets in your way, its just always there even when you think you have gotten away bam there it is trying to hold on as tight as it can to your hips…oh the irony of it all, this is my life at the moment. On a good note it makes for some good writing material…so you’re welcome. It’s a good thing I have a year well a little less then a year but I have time to get this weight off because right now we are of f to a rocky start.

Well tell next time my friends here’s to less emotional eating and better times

McKnight Out!!!