So, I was at a pretty low point an hour ago when I headed to HEB for some throat lozenges, throat spray and soup (take a wild guess how I'm feeling today). While touring the isles, I caught myself being drawn to the most unhealthy, gross foods and silently chastised myself. I plucked down all healthy food (mostly low-carb, even) and stocked up on veggies. I was not a happy camper. I was, in fact, almost in tears as I started to check out. What have I been doing to my body with all of this junk food and yo-yo dieting? How much irreversible damage have I done in the past 8 years as a result of a lack of willpower and association of food with comfort? Why am I such a fucking loser that I express my feelings most directly through food?
Then, as David the elderly cashier swiped my 15 Lean Gourmets, a man pushed his cart to a stop behind me, his cart filled halfway to the top (not a basket, a cart) with assorted varieties of Tums and a bicycle helmet in the kiddie chair. He twitched and mumbled to himself as I punched in my pin number.
And all the sudden, I felt like a winner.