I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m a self diagnosed emotional eater. When I say self diagnosed, I mean that after my own Internet research I believe I display all the classic signs of a person that runs to food for comfort. When I am stressed or sad I want all the bad, sweet, fried, cholesterol filled, gut busting food that I know I shouldnt have. Take for instance yesterday… I was so disgusted by my dealings with this awful professor in my doctoral program that I literally felt drained. I had to ask a good friend of mine to read her email response to me because I didn’t want to look. I was afraid I might go blind with rage and turn into the Incredible Hulk and flip over chairs and tables in a fit. Complete foolishness… I know.

Anyways, instead of going and working out like I had intended to do I went and got a dbl bacon deluxe combo from Wendy’s and then passed out on my couch eating a pint of sherbert…. FAIL! I am thoroughly disgusted by my behavior, but it’s part of a long standing tradition of coping with my problems with food. How else was I supposed to deal with being called an academically dishonest, plagiarizing, liar by a lunatic professor? Oh well, I’m back on the wagon today. Got my trusty green tea and oatmeal. Gonna hit it hard tonight at the gym. Tomorrow I will be on campus at the gym. I’ll post pictures from both as a way of staying accountable.