I never thought so. I can deal with sadness, with anger (since for me it tends to turn to sadness), with stress, with boredom, with happiness… at college and in Edinburgh I tended not to eat due to emotions, so I just kind of thought I wasn’t an emotional eater.

I was wrong.

I ate terribly yesterday. I finally understand emotional eating — I’ve realised that I never normally do it because I don’t normally live near my trigger! Normally, I’m well removed and it doesn’t matter. But he’s currently travelling around Europe while Mum is in Australia, so I’m significantly less removed.

It went like this: Brother got pick-pocketed in Spain, wants me to run around to sort out a money transfer for him (closest place is an hr and a half walk and I don’t have a car), transfer didn’t work, had to go back, don’t know HOW he’s getting back to where I am and there’s altogether too much stress. (Can you tell he’s younger?) I was so mad and sad and stressed at the same time, couldn’t believe it! I devoured everything I could, I was completely out of control. It was kind of horrendous.

But it’s okay, because now I’ve realised it and I can manage it.

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