Skin of My Teeth

Yesterday had ‘disaster’ written all over it. I stayed home from work in order to get some freelance done (oh, joy!). I won’t go into details, but a deadline is closing in for a rather important project and I’m getting worried that I might not be able to pull it off. On top of this project, I have another (smaller) project due tonight and I haven’t even started it. Stress overload! What happens when I am stressed? The creative juices cease to flow, I don’t trust myself and my abilities, and I eat. And eat. And eat. By noon, I binge-ate my way through 950 calories. I woke up at 9am!

After blowing through 950 calories in the blink of an eye, I wanted more. More, more, more. I was eying The Girl’s left over turkey, mayo, and cheese sammie on focaccia. If I ate it, it would be all over.

I moseyed on over to fridge, grabbed the sandwich, sprayed Clorox Cleanup on that effer, and threw it into the trash! Yes, I am psycho, but drastic times call for drastic measures. Throwing it away wasn’t enough. I had to mutilate it.

After all was said and done, I ended the day 9 calories over my 1,500 calorie goal. Not too shabby. As for the project? That’s another story.