I have this thing for overeating when I’m stressed out. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the feeling of being stuffed that brings back memories of my mom’s cooking. It’s likely the memories of comfort foods and the feeling of being very satisfied. But during a lot of stressful days, I will just nibble here and there. Before I know it, I’m sure I’ve consumed the equivalent of a meal or two. I made some pasta tonight. I used a turkey sausage (took out the casings), added some garlic, scallions, a bit of chili, tomato sauce and some canned tomatoes. The pasta was simply some macaroni. It tasted fine. I’m a fast eater and I usually read when I eat. So I just ate and ate until I finished reading. It was 2 bowls of pasta.
After I cleaned up and rested, I went upstairs to the gym. It was a light workout. But I got to stay on top of this snacking before I become some 600 lb creature.