How I React to Stress

So I was at work and Debbie called me to let me know that Primary Children's Hospital called wanting to give IL another sleep deprived EEG to see if she is out of her seizure-type behavior (see my wife's blog for further detail). We set up the appointment and I immediately started to pull into stress mode with respect to the $500 to $600 we would be out-of-pocket for her EEG. What if nothing had changed and she still required meds? It would feel like a waste of money. On the other hand, there is something really comforting about knowing for sure what needs to be done. It is hard to put a price tag on that type of feeling.

Nevertheless, I found myself wandering toward our lunch area at work shortly after Debbie called. I wanted to eat something... not because I was hungry, more because I was stressed (insight number 499, I'm a stress-eater).

My food-issue today was compounded by the fact that someone had brought in a bunch of the most awesome looking junk foods I had seen since last Christmas. There were cheesecakes, pies, brownies, cookies. It was killing me!

Long story short, too late, I wound up in the kitchen but was able to mostly save myself by getting into my lunch and pulling out an apple. I say MOSTLY because three hours later, when there was nothing but crumbs left, I was back in the kitchen waiting for my lunch to heat up and I wound up eating part of a brownie. Oh well, it was far better than I would have done a year ago, and in my current situation in life, I need to look for and find the victory wherever it might be hiding.