Stressed

I seem to have a healthly exterior but I am stressed out about this Mo thing, Ironman coming up, closeout business from last month, blah blah blah.

All the comments online and offline have been beautiful and I thank you. I must confess that this stress has affected my eating. Last night I went to pick up his new medicine and also bought a pint of Hagan Daz cookie dough ice cream, then mixed it with honey roasted party peanuts and peanut butter. Honestly I don't even remember if it tasted good.

This morning when I woke up at 0400 Mistress was not in bed. I figured Mighty Mo was crying in the night and she took him into the guest room or snuggled him in his bed. No. She was sitting at the computer shopping on e-bay. She told me she had been up since 0130 and stress had given her some acid reflux.

I didn't really want to ride this morning but I did 75 minutes of hills with John. It was good to talk to him about this stuff and other stressors. He is a good listener with sound advice. When we got done all I wanted was three doughnuts. I don't eat doughnuts very often but when I get that craving twice a year I indulge. I ate four Dunkin Doughnuts going into work. One was an apple fritter the size of a small pizza. Hey I didn't pick em', I just jammed my pie hole with em'.

I'm pretty positive that lunch will be a similiar gut bomb since today I pretty much have no desire or thought to control my urges.

Is this not what the Common Man does?