Stress = Eating

I had a really good day, food wise. I managed to stick under my 1700 calorie limit and come closer to my 50/30/10 carbs, proteins, fat percentage. I didn't make it to the gym, but I made my family a very healthy Turkey Wrap for dinner and that seemed to fill me up. Fast forward to 1130 at night. I get the call from my mom that she's been rear ended and needs me to come to the scene. I'm thinking she's injured or that the pickup truck is totalled. I race over there, only to find that she wanted me to take her ice cream and put it in the freezer, and that aside from a broken seat and the tail gate, the truck was still driveable. My stress levels spiked for many reasons. I came home, and just wanted to eat everything. I chugged a big cup of water, but that did NOTHING for the urge to eat. I made myself a peanut butter sandwich (figuring that some protein and fiber and fat might take the edge off). That did the trick but eating just that one sandwich put me over on my calories. I'm still riding the stress wave, so I am drinking another big cup of water before I eat anything else.
I had noticed this correlation before. About half an hour into studying for a big test or writing a major paper, I would be craving chips and soda and hamburgers and chocolate. I never made the connection to just STRESS before, so this is something I need to research and try and find a way to outwit my body.

Back in the Saddle

Or on the eliptical. You know what I mean.
It's amazing how easy it is to fall off the fitness train. Genuine reasons for skipping workouts develop into semi-resonable excuses, which then de-evolves into sitting on the couch eating pizza and watching summer programming all day. Which is the opposite of what should be happening, because being unemployed over the summer should mean a person is MORE active, not less. In theory, anyway. I however, have arrested my downward slide into sloth by going back to the gym. Initiated by my dad who wanted to join a gym, just walking back into Golds gave me a little motivation. I made an appointment with a trainer, and met with her on Thursday. Today, we talked about my nutrition (Pizza is off the menu). Shanae seems great, like she's not going to let me get away with much, which is what a certified happy fat girl like me needs. Someone to kick my butt when I start to slack off and make excuses. My previous trainer quit at a very delicate time (right before finals week) which is what started this whole downward spiral again.
The schedule is set and while daunting, it's nice to have a schedule. And the nutrition plan is laid out, which is depressing, because butter is not my friend anymore. :( While the fat girl is bemoaning the loss of all her fat girl staples, I think I can hear the faint voice of the fit girl calling out for an apple. I'm not sure, because I'm pretty sure my inner fat girl is sitting on her.