Eating Through Emotions

Today was a not so good day. PDub is a great husband, don't get me wrong, but sometimes he takes me for granted, and that's hard. I got up at 6am, we talked, he went to school, and I didn't get out of bed until almost noon. It's the first day I've done that in ages. I walked the lake again with Taz. She was fighting with her girlfriend, so we stopped a few times, but it was a good walk. I did eat breakfast before I went: 2 slices sprouted grain toast (2 points), three slices deli chicken (1 point- I'm almost out!), one poached egg and one poached egg white (2 points), and a banana (2 points). We went to Starbucks after our walk where I got my three point iced coffee. I'm home now, doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and defrosting cornish game hens. It's funny how even though I'm definitely depressed, I'm not even hungry. In the past, I would just eat through my emotions, telling myself that I'm going to be fat forever anyway so who cares. I care, that's who. Even though I'm sad today, I still need to keep doing it. Otherwise, it's never going to get done. I'm proud of myself for that.