A Few Cashews Too Far... and then some

I've been throwing myself a pity party. My biggest issue is using food to cope with feelings. There is damage but it's been better this time around. In the past I would have crappy food all day, eaten take-out every night, burgers, pizza and Chinese food, I would snacked on bags and bags of snacks. Yesterday, as I finished the last cashew out of the bag, I said to myself: That's it, pity party's over! 

For full disclosure, here's the crap I ate over the course of this past week:

• 4 cups plain chips
• 12 onion rings
• 3 high quality chocolate bars
• 1 low quality chocolate bar
• 3 cups ice cream
• assorted sweet snacks at a St. Pat's party we couldn't get out of on Saturday (5 cookies, 3 small slices of different kinds of cake)
• 4 popsicles
• 3 griddled bacon and cheese sandwiches
• 3 cups cashews (roasted and salted)

Yes indeed, I kept track. I'm not sweeping this under the rug. Why should I?

I know that this snacking is doing me absolutely no good, physically and mentally.  It's over. 

Today was a good day. Ate on plan, exercised, worked up a sweat, felt good. Now to repeat, again, again and again!