Step AWAY from the Doughnuts!

Things are stressful of late. I have about eleven or so projects up in the air and I'm feeling a little pressure. Ok, a LOT of pressure. I'm not one of those people that rapidly drops weight when stress happens - I like to comfort eat. I do manage to control it, however, since I do not wish to be fat. I would rather have stress than be fat. Ok, wacky I know. But I was a ballerina, and I'm lucky to have escaped that profession without an eating disorder. Normally I'm a healthy eater, I LOVE vegetables. I love fruit. I love fish, and prefer it to any other animal protein. All that being said, when my stress levels go through the roof I do resort to a particularly nasty vice: junk food. Dr. Pepper for high stress days, and those little chocolate covered doughnuts for days like these. I bought one of those little bags of 20 (twenty!!) little doughnuts on Sunday and a bottle of Dr. Pepper, after a teary phone call to Denise. I got her voice mail, so I ate about 5 doughnuts. Ick. It doesn't make me feel better, in fact it makes me feel worse. I guess this is how drug addicts start. Lucky for me I don't have a terribly addictive personality. So as I was pouring my heart out to yet another friend, she offered me some "tough love" advice: "Step AWAY from the doughnuts, NOW!!" Okay. I'm feeling better already. I still have about 10 left.

On a more positive note, potty training is going reasonably well. Zachary had a couple of accidents on Sunday, but none since then. We've been on several outings and still no accidents. I'm coming to grips with the vile filth of public restrooms. Zachary has been a trooper, he doesn't mind going "pee pee" anywhere. So all is going great, right? Well, except for the fact that he hasn't had a bowel movement since Friday night. Ick. Now I'm afraid the little guy is never going to poop. So, once again on Michele's advice (she's never steered me wrong, I call her before I call the pediatrician. With four kids, odds are she's been through whatever issue I am having.) I gave him a laxative. So hopefully he'll be unclogged soon. Oh, the potty saga continues. But he has graduated to cute little Superman underwear.