Hissy Fits

Remember the days when you didn't get your way so you rolled around on the floor kicking and screaming?! Most people are under the age of 10 right?! Well, I had one of those nights last night! I am not proud to admit it but I feel as though I should share.

It has been a rough week in the "B" household. We have some major things going on. We had company last weekend, the same company is coming back again this weekend (my brother - trust me I'm not complaining...but it can be added stress when anyone comes to visit), had to make a day trip to Syracuse yesterday for work (more on that in a bit), my sister is getting married this weekend...so I have to head to NH on Sunday for that, my hubby is (fingers crossed) defending his dissertation on Tuesday (April 27), and we are preparing for a TON of upcoming activities over the next month or two.

I am an emotional/stress eater. Any emotions, any amount of stress = Erin eats and she eats good (well bad really)! I have been resisting the urge for a couple days now...but it all came to a head yesterday. Like I mentioned, I had to go to Syracuse for a meeting. The drive out was fine. I got to my location an hour early - great. Most of the people showed up on time = awesome. Then the person that was supposed to give us a tour never showed! We were in the right place. We waited for a half hour. We went looking for them. Turns out we were supposed to be in a specific room in order to start off the tour. Grrrrrr. I would have been fine and my typical laid back self but a person from the State decided that this was going to be her first meeting she decided to attend and didn't tell me ahead of time! Double Grrrrr. I have met her twice and I haven't figured out what type of person she is. Can I relate to her? Is she going to like my typical personality or am I going to have to be all business around her? Is she going to attend every single freakin meeting? Give me the info, I need to know! It all worked out in the end which is great. But then I ran into every single stupid driver that doesn't know how to drive and should probably stay off I-90 forever. So I was put in a bad mood again. I was trying to shake off the bad mood before I got home because I didn't want to add any extra stress to my hubby because he can't handle anymore right now.

Just as I am approaching home base, my gas light goes on....I decided to wait until tomorrow when my paycheck was deposited in my account. Okay so I had to return a RedBox movie before I got charged for a 2nd day. I asked my hubby to start making my dinner (he's the cook of the family) while I returned the video because I was STARVING. I got to the RedBox location and for some reason it wouldn't let me return my stupid movie. Grrrrrr. Price Chopper Customer Service couldn't help because RedBox just rents the space....they have nothing to do with the company. A woman said she thinks there is a RedBox at Hannaford up the road. I drove up to Hannaford and couldn't find the stupid thing. I didn't want to ask anyone because I pitied the fool that tried to talk to me at that point. I was unsuccessful in returning the DVD. I returned home to a delicious dinner....which helped a little.

I quickly checked my work email to see if I missed anything major. I got an email from a stupid lady from a stupid agency. It put me over the edge....stick a fork in me....I WAS DONE! The scene unfolded with me running to the kitchen to find something to munch on...ANYTHING! But we have done such a good job in weeding out all the non-essentials that we had NOTHING to satisfy my cravings. I just wanted a cookie, a bagel bite, chocolate syrup...SOMETHING! My hubby was great. He was trying to help me calm down. He was trying to give me suggestions of how to eat something extra but still stay on plan. I was kicking a wall (and I missed the first time because my legs are so stubby short), I was swinging my arms, I was whining, I was jumping around. I realized that I was having no luck in the kitchen and I needed to get out of the room so I went back and sat on the couch to continue my hissy fit. I proceeded to lay down on the couch and continue to flail my arms and legs and grunt and yell. Again, my hubby was great.....he was laughing at me the whole time....but he was great. He was reminding me of how well I have done, what it has taken to get me to that point, how upset I would be with myself if I just relented, etc. But I wanted to wring his neck because he was laughing at me!

Long story......LONG! I survived the night. I ended up eating a Sugar Free Popsicle to help me get through the hard time...which helped a little. I am happy that I didn't go out and ruin my progress. And I am proud of myself for making it through another battle of emotional eating.

To give you a bit of an update...I checked for RedBox locations on their website and found that there actually is one in the Hannaford that I went to last night. I still couldn't find it, so I asked this time. It was hiding in a corner (not a good location from a sales standpoint). I also called RedBox to log a complaint. I wasn't looking for anything special. I wasn't going to be an obnoxiously mean customer. I just wanted to make them aware of the problem. The guy was very nice. He was appreciative of me making him aware of the other RedBox refusing returns and he ended up crediting my account since I was getting charged for a 2nd day.

I hope you got a laugh out of this. I am soon going to be at the point where I can laugh about it myself...just not yet. :-)