I layed in bed all night thinking about this post, trying to come up with the perfect title. Here were some of the contenders....
1. Please don't judge me.
2. Have you ever....
3. I am not an emotional eater...REALLY I'm not.
4. Who am I kidding.
5. I will get back on the wagon tomorrow.
6. I know I am going to hate myself in the morning.
7. It's all fun and games until....
So yesterday wasn't a great day. Dallan called about 2 hours after his interview. I ran to the phone (the only time I am willing to run), answered and asked okay what's the verdict. He said I have good news and I have bad news, which do you want first? You know as well as I do that when someone says that to you it is never good news just bad and really bad. But I took the bait and said give me the good first. He said I think I did really well in my interviews and I said okay that is good, so what's the bad? He said the bad is the people I interviewed with were idiots. To make a very sad and long story short this trip was a complete waste of a vacation day. He couldn't get over how unprofessional they were and how the company had paid for such a wasted trip. The guys he interviewed with were not even the guys who make the decisions as to who will be hired. He said not one of them asked him a question that wasn't written on a piece of paper and that one guy he spoke to chewed bubble gum through the entire interview. They told him nothing about the company and nothing about what he would be doing.
So we hung up...both of us dissapointed for lots of reasons. I called my mom. I cried a little bit (so much for my indifference huh?) and then I packed up the kids and headed to the store for a little retail therapy...my favorite kind. I picked up some flowers and window cleaner and on the way to the ckeckout counter I saw the stand stacked with Little Debbie snack cakes in varying kinds. Madelyn mentioned they looked yummy and that was all the excuse i needed...before she could say "Can we get some?", I had thrown two boxes in our cart. Oh, and did I mention the king size box of milk duds I picked up while standing in line (thank you Lexi)?
We made it home without me tearing in to the boxes of the before mentioned snack cakes. I made it the rest of the day without eating a single one and later that evening as I walked past them I even congratulated myself for having self control. So the kids went to bed and I stayed up to catch up on my DVR events and while laying there I thought I will just have one...from each box. Oh who knew processed sugar could taste so good...I will just have one more...from box A. Before I knew it box A had only three little snack cakes left. I had almost eaten the entire box in the span of about 2 hours. I refuse to mention what kind of snack cake it actually was because well I do have some sense of pride. So much for self control.