Tonight was steady until about 10 p.m. Then I got a little hungry, and next thing I knew I had eaten a pile of chips. There was clearly some sort of emotion behind it, but I don’t know if it was work, my pity party from this afternoon, a grumpy teenager, visitors coming, or anxiety about the fact that I’m challenging my portion sizes again. For dinner I quite easily chose and fixed something that was arguably light for my normal food volume, and it might have simply been hunger.
In any case, it’s over. I’m moving on, and I’m glad for the growth I’ve had this week, even the experience of too many chips tonight.
