Have you ever played poker?
I love to play. My dad taught me at a young age, and I grew up playing cards with uncles and cousins.
In the game of poker, there’s a term called “pot committed.” All things considered, between the hand you’re holding, the other players you’re betting against, the stack of chips in front of you, and the amount of your stack you’ve already pushed into the pot, “pot committed” means one thing.
You HAVE to play.Read More
YOU GUYS.
I think I beat the Binge Monster.
Even if just one time, that’s saying something.
Yesterday I went grocery shopping. I was in a rush. It was almost dinner time. I had three kids with me. They were hungry. I was not thinking clearly or straight because I was REALLY hungry, because I had missed lunch, because I had been eyebrows deep in numbers for six hours, because work, because “the SBA loan refi needs to be done two weeks ago.” I was wrung out.
I put milk, eggs, cheese, meat, meat, vegetables, meat, vegetables, fruit, and more vegetables in the cart. Then I looked at my list.
On my grocery list was “black licorice.” (Gross.) It was not for me, it was for The Mister. Mostly mindless, I pushed my kid-loaded-full-of-vegetables cart down the candy and cookie aisle.
You see where this is going, I bet.
Hungry + Tired + Stressed + Candy-Cookie-Aisle = TROUBLE.
Even for someone that is not bulimic, that’s a recipe for bad choices.
Feeling worthless and empty?
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