Would someone get me some damn chocolate ( I think I might be stressed)

Today I spent my day making bunting for Saturdays party and I'm aware this does not sound like a stressful pursuit. Honestly
The making bunting part was actually quite relaxing. As an adult I really don't get enough opportunities to colour in :)
The bit where I start getting stressed is when I realise I don't have time to hang the bunting, kept getting interrupted by actual work I was supposed to be doing and I'm off tomorrow and I wanted the place to be decorated. I almost considered talking the bunting home to finish and that's when I knew I had a problem.
Next thing you know it's home time and suddenly I'm stressed, I'm wound tighter than a tightly sprung coil and I hear this voice in my head saying I want some f*$king chocolate. It almost makes me laugh when I hear it and think
Yes there goes my stress response. normally I am happy to oblige and before
I became Health conscious I'd be happily munching away on chocolate without Even being aware that anything had motivated me to reach for it.
That's how it goes I'm stressed and I want
To break out a bar of almond chocolate
The size of my feelings and eat until I feel happier or go into a diabetic coma, whichever comes first.
only today I had a problem, I've been off sugar a week now and I was hoping to maybe last a bit longer but if it all it took was one little burst of stress to to knock me off the wagon then I am rightly screwed because let me tell you I am a one woman stress factory.

Now I'm a smart girl and I know stress isn't good for me but I'm a born worrier
So I don't know how to stop. Just another thing to go on my to fix list.
What il work on for now is my stress response. Tonight I stayed strong and denied myself chocolate, mind you it was only because I drove to the gym straight after work and had totally forgotten I actually had some in my bag, well done to
My appalling memory. Then the class was so unbelievably tough I felt great just for surviving it and bam no longer stressed.
Sadly I can't always just break out some burpees in work when it all gets too much for me. Mores the pity


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