Having just spent over an hour discussing this stupid book with Ted, I went into the kitchen to try to find something yummy and junk-foody to eat. There is, of course, nothing at all of that nature, because we’re Being Good and this is what, day 12 of no sweets. I curse and mutter and swear about not being able to find anything I want to eat.
Ted, recognizing the behavior in a way I wouldn’t have: You’re stress eating!
Me: Well, I’m TRYING TO!