...until I get stressed out or upset. Then I'm out to the kitchen to get a snack every hour or so.
My head aches, I should get a snack.
I feel tired, I should get a snack.
I'm crying, I deserve a snack.
I hate studying, I should have a snack.
Writing papers is dumb, I should have a snack.
And so on. Any excuse at all will do. I just have this need to constantly consume food, and I do not understand it. Food will not solve any of those problems, except on the rare occasion that I actually am tired because I need to consume some energy. So why do I continue to believe that stuffing my face with empty calories will somehow make me feel better?
I don't know. But my roommate just made cookies, and there's one out there calling my name, so if you'll excuse me...