I HAVE MET THE ENEMY AND HE IS US

Yesterday was one of those (for me) major AND YET recurring moments of "a-HA!"

Tears were pouring down my face because of an emotional three-way crash at 110 mph of eight semis - and man, if I had succumbed, I would have immediately eaten 4.6 tons of comfort food (as well as use up six boxes of Puffs Plus) without pausing for breath (no pun intended).

But I didn't.

I even went to bed pretty hungry.

Which is probably why I didn't sleep much, and have been unreasonably grumpy most of the day.

But I did NOT give it.

Five brownie points, at least, for this major victory.