So yesterday as I was unpacking my huge load of groceries, I was considering the changes and unknowns for the weeks ahead. As I put away cans of tomatoes and other pantry staples, I immediately felt the urge to grab a bowl and fill it with tortilla chips. I wanted salt and crunch.
I was halfway through the bowl before I even realized what I was doing. I was stress eating. Ugh. The funny thing was…the stress was more powerful than the recognition. Some part of me didn’t care.