Confessions Part VIII

I gave in to stress eating a work last night.

 

Having just finished my first year as a supervisor, I delivered my final evaluation to an employee that was not received well.  I hate situations like this because I don’t know how to react when how I think things will go doesn’t actually happen that way.  Afterwards, I had a conversation with another supervisor who asked where we were going to for dinner.  I had my meals packed and tracked but was flexible. 

 

She mentioned Texas Roadhouse.  Oh boy have I been craving it.  I asked around the room and two others were planning to order takeout with us.  “Let’s do it.  Tonight, I’m eating my stress.”

 

Now, Texas Roadhouse really is a “safe” place to eat my stress.  I order similar low point food options.  Tonight’s feast on the Purple Plan was:

BBQ chicken with the BBQ sauce on the side – 2 points

Green beans – 2 points

Mashed potatoes with no gravy – 3 points (It is actually 5 points but since I don’t get gravy, I count is as 3 points)

 

While I may have acknowledged that I was eating my stress, the NSV (Non-Scale Victory) is that I had no rolls/butter.  Later in the shift, my coworker came around asking for Crumbl Cookie orders.  I politely declined saying, “I already ate my stress in Texas Roadhouse.  I can’t do a cookie.  Thank you.”

 

You see, while I was stressed and feeling a bit deflated, if I had eaten with reckless abandon, I would have felt miserable.  Instead, I made a conscious decision to re-adjust my points, have a delicious meal out that satisfied my taste buds, and have my meals all prepped and tracked for tomorrow’s workday.

 

I’m feeling pretty empowered over here.  The rest shall pass.