For longer than I can remember (and on a good day, that's two, maybe three hours) I have been on deadline. It's the life of a writer. Heck, it's the DNA of a writer.
And for most of that time, I've rammed my way to the finish line of every deadline by some sort of fortification. Twenty-five years ago I fortified with multiple pots of coffee and dozens of cigarettes late into the night. The word "Eeeewwwww" comes to mind, doesn't it?
It was stress eating/indulging, relying on caffeine and nicotine to keep me going. But since I kicked butts on Jan. 17, 1990, I've eschewed tobacco. Good Nana. At the same time, I've been on a pretty much non-stop chocolate binge. And while "kicking butts" was a positive thing, "expanding butts" is quite another. I have become the poster grandma for bad (as in overindulging, bad-for-the-bod) food.
Still stress eating, still ramming through those deadlines. BUT (butt?), here is one good reason for me to get off the crazy, runaway cocoa puff train: sugar contributes to wrinkles. So I'm putting a mirror on my freezer compartment door, behind which sits my chocolate chip stash. It probably won't stop the train, but it might prevent a wreck. Might prevent me from getting my just desserts, as it were.
If anyone has a hint to share -- how do you temper your cravings during times of stress -- let me know. I'm open to suggestions. ktg
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