Minerva
...we're sinking deeper.
Thought of the day: 'A sandwich is not going to write your essay for you.'
Over the last week I've been under an extraordinary amount of stress. Lack of sleep, a lot of studying and trying to write a good piece of work are on their own very difficult to deal with. But it wasn't just that... Life is never easy and straight forward... While the event that happened WAS a wonderful thing - it happened at a time when I can't possibly deal with it. Finding the right property to buy is an immense task - and it seems that the property found me. All in the span of a week, writing an essay AND going through an emotional rollercoaster with property approval, purchase, so on and so forth ...
You can imagine.
The thing is - I saw the demon coming, and I kicked him away. I was very stressed. And I found rogue thoughts for me to look for food 'as comfort'. I knew I wasn't hungry, and I wasn't even emotionally 'phantom' hungry. I was looking for comfort by eating. I didn't eat of course - but I can see how in the past I would not have logically thought it through. I'd have had the IMPULSE to find answers in a piece of food.
I had long since de-trained myself from 'impulsive' behaviour. I don't impulse buy - so shop tactics of random product placement don't work on me. Advertising doesn't work either. When someone tells me I need something, I ask 'But why?'. Question everything.
And this 'eating impulse' - I did not let it catch me off guard. I wanted food to solve my problem of emotional distress. I wanted it to make the stress go away. ... But at the end of the day, I thought to myself... Even if I eat this *whatever* ... the essay will still be there. The emotional turmoil will still be there. I will still have to deal with the situation - and stalling it by wasting time on this *whatever* is only going to make the problem worse by making me feel emotionally worse in the long run.
And on another note - usually at a time like this - even though I'd given up smoking a year ago, when I'd get so terribly stressed to the point of crying, I'd yearn for a smoke. ... not this time. Something's changed. By actively giving up the vices - it's really make me able to confront my problems head on.
After all... if you can't solve your own problems - nothing will make them magically go away. They will still be there, and the longer you run, the bigger they'll grow.
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Over the last week I've been under an extraordinary amount of stress. Lack of sleep, a lot of studying and trying to write a good piece of work are on their own very difficult to deal with. But it wasn't just that... Life is never easy and straight forward... While the event that happened WAS a wonderful thing - it happened at a time when I can't possibly deal with it. Finding the right property to buy is an immense task - and it seems that the property found me. All in the span of a week, writing an essay AND going through an emotional rollercoaster with property approval, purchase, so on and so forth ...
You can imagine.
The thing is - I saw the demon coming, and I kicked him away. I was very stressed. And I found rogue thoughts for me to look for food 'as comfort'. I knew I wasn't hungry, and I wasn't even emotionally 'phantom' hungry. I was looking for comfort by eating. I didn't eat of course - but I can see how in the past I would not have logically thought it through. I'd have had the IMPULSE to find answers in a piece of food.
I had long since de-trained myself from 'impulsive' behaviour. I don't impulse buy - so shop tactics of random product placement don't work on me. Advertising doesn't work either. When someone tells me I need something, I ask 'But why?'. Question everything.
And this 'eating impulse' - I did not let it catch me off guard. I wanted food to solve my problem of emotional distress. I wanted it to make the stress go away. ... But at the end of the day, I thought to myself... Even if I eat this *whatever* ... the essay will still be there. The emotional turmoil will still be there. I will still have to deal with the situation - and stalling it by wasting time on this *whatever* is only going to make the problem worse by making me feel emotionally worse in the long run.
And on another note - usually at a time like this - even though I'd given up smoking a year ago, when I'd get so terribly stressed to the point of crying, I'd yearn for a smoke. ... not this time. Something's changed. By actively giving up the vices - it's really make me able to confront my problems head on.
After all... if you can't solve your own problems - nothing will make them magically go away. They will still be there, and the longer you run, the bigger they'll grow.
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