Today was one of those days where many people seemed to want to vent their troubles on to me. I was sympathetic, but tried hard not to get any on me. It felt like I was slogging through mud all day, getting worse by the hour.
By the end of the day, I was at the grocery store picking up some items for dinner. Naturally, I thought that I deserved an extra snack for the way home. Or maybe even to pick up some candy for a long drive that I have tomorrow. This is how I have grown to be a very large man.
I needed a treat to bring me some happiness. And it definitely would have worked for a short while.
But then I was surprised that I started repeating the thought "Food is not a reward, Food is not a reward, Food is not the answer".
I don't know where that came from. Probably God. Maybe a recent post I saw on Clive's site http://www.massivemtber.co.uk/?p=2104, where he got a right good arse-kicking by Gaz and Toby (read the post, then the comments).
So, I steered away from the junk and went home. Believe me, it was an achievement.
Then I went home and poured a nice vodka and soda.
I feel better already.