Doing this again

It's not as easy to lose weight at (almost) 38 as it was when I was 31. It's happening, but it is very slow. This week I've lost nothing. NOTHING. And I've followed my fitness plan. But really, if I'm honest with myself, I didn't follow my diet. I had a hell week at work. Actually, I think it was a worse-than-hell week. I really thought the cosmos was punishing me for something I did, or didn't do. The vending machines, now more convenient than ever now that they accept credit cards, were visited more than I want to remember. I've always had a problem with emotional eating: eat when I'm sad, eat when I'm angry, eat when I'm stressed. I've been fighting it, but old habits die hard. I don't even know why I do it. It doesn't make me feel less angry, or sad, or stressed. It doesn't make me feel better in any way at all. Filling my mouth with empty calories doesn't fill any emotional void, but often the guilt makes that void wider. Filling my face with empty calories doesn't even help push the the emotions down. I can't beat myself up. Next week will be better. I have a plan. It's a simple plan really, and one that I failed to follow last week. I'm going to write everything down. Somehow the thought of writing down that I ate 2 bags of Cheetos at 320 calories each makes me less likely to do it. I'll let you know how it goes. til next week...