Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!

I. Want. To. Stop.

Just stop.

I'm stressed up to my eyeballs right now and I feel a bit like a caged animal in full-on panic mode to break out.

And I'm drinking. A lot.

Thank the Lord, that what I'm drinking if Mio water.

I'd like to be smoking.

Thank the Lord that I quite over a year ago.

And I'd like to be eating. A lot.

Thank the Lord for MF.

I'm currently working 60-80 hours a week, trying to refill an open position on my staff, dealing with lots of social/family obligations (after all, it's busy season with Cub Scouts!), and I've got some wacked out hormonal things making me insane. I'm all full up, as a co-worker says.

And in the midst of all of it, I have my MF meals to turn to, my regular leans and greens, and my go-to fare that keeps me on the straight and narrow.

In the face of what is sheer craziness, I don't know what I'd do if I lost control of the one thing I have left: my own eating plan. And that's the key: in times of stress -- or even sorrow, depression or grief -- maintaining control of the one thing you can will have an incredibly cathartic effect on you.

Don't use stress as your excuse (or rationalization) to eat off plan. Use it as your motivation to stay on plan.

Off to try to get something done and take one more thing off my plate. Wish me luck!

Warrior on!

Lee