I noticed a while ago that I want to bake, when I get stressed. Yesterday, I hauled out two sticks of butter so I could make cookies or brownies, realized I was doing it, and thought, “Comfort baking!” It’s not even so much about *eating* what I bake. It’s just that I find baking to be, well, comforting.
I decided what I should do is send most of what I bake to work with Ted or Shaun so that it’s not here for me to pig out on. That way I can get my comfort baking in without getting fatter. :)
Or, as Mom suggested, I could find another comfort activity. :)