A small victory

Had to work late last night, as the biggest blizzard in 40 years bared down on Chicago. Downtown was a ghost town after 6:00 before I began the miserable walk to the train, and the far worse walk from the train home, with winds so bad they just glided me along the icy roads (only clear space to walk).

The stress of the commute, and work piling up in preparation for vacation was just calling me to eat. I wanted so badly to grab for food the way I assume an alcoholic feels compelled to grab for the bottle.

I know myself, and I know this feeling. A snack of any kind, would just have opened the flood gates to eat everything in the house ... until I felt ill and full of regret. It has nothing to do with being hungry.

Doing something to distract myself indoors isn't an option because I can't concentrate on reading, writing or anything. The weather prevented me from going to the gym (and it closed early, anyway). Yet somehow I did it. I didn't break! 

If last night was a challenge, today will be monumental. I'm literally trapped at home buried in two feet of snow. Already, the urges are gnawing at me. But last night was a small victory nonetheless.