Based on my scientific observations and the data I’ve collected as of late, I’ve found that I eat more when I’m happy. When I’m stressed I don’t want to eat at all.
Now then, please note that I’ve gained 37 pounds over the last two months.
In related news, I don’t know why I wear white. Because then everybody knows what I’ve been eating.
So the interesting part of this story. While I was amusing myself with my formula on the drive to work, a feeling came blurting its way into my scientific stream of thought:
“Now, since this is all over, you can finally have your way.”
I don’t know why that thought came barging in, it just did. Shit bubbles to the surface for no apparent reason. And this time I was like “wow” since it was so far removed from what I’d previously been thinking and I immediately recognized it as residue.
Feel the emotions and let them go. I bet 99% of the time there isn’t a reason as to why we have them.