♪ These are my confessions ♫

First, I have to say that I hate "confession" posts. They're like the superficial Today show weight-loss success stories or that sadistic circus called The Biggest Loser--always dwelling on the dramatically horrible past and egoistically casting people in tragic heroine molds.

Nevertheless, a confession post is necessary today, because it's really difficult to hawk my crystalline amateur nutritionist values when I recently ripped them out of their homes in the dead of night, tied them by the wrists to a horse-drawn carriage and dragged them through the streets, then dumped their torn and bleeding bodies in the Wabash.

If you've read my "About Me" section, you might have noticed a tiny sentence or two that referenced my rocky dieting history. I like to keep that bit as a tiny sentence or two because it's useless to dwell on the stupid mistakes of a self-absorbed teenager. However, old habits die hard, and some refuse to die at all: like my inexplicable compulsion to binge eat under duress.

Sunday afternoon, a month's worth of financial worries, medical concerns, and career frustrations tried to bury themselves in my kitchen cupboards, and I chased after them. I won't name names, but let's just say the near future holds a trip to Kroger to replace a lot of carbohydrate- and fat-based foods. I attempted to stem the flow with a cup of tea, a sticks of cinnamon gum, a warm bath...but no go. I only stopped when I finally felt the sort of "full" associated with feast-laden holidays.

Curtain closed, moving on. Usually, I advocate facing problems head-on and devising intricate battle plans to conquer them. However, in these situations the best thing to do is pretend it never happened. Remembering a binge is like mentally dog-earing the time your boyfriend forgot to take out the trash--it serves no purpose but to make future actions/relations worse. So on Monday, I was determined to eat "normally," including sampling the baked goodies at CeDIR's fall party. Today I plan to walk 2.5 miles without pushing myself too hard. The mirror, the tape measure and the scale are off-limits for at least one week.

Hopefully, my zen-liked approach will ensure that I'll never have to give you part two of my confessions ♫