I'm doing all the panicking around here, I've got it covered, you don't need to worry.
I am having a particularly stressful time at work at the moment and am on the edge of panic all the time. Whilst I can kind of talk myself out of misery-eating (some of the time), panic pushes all my buttons until they flash red and scream 'whoooop, whooooop'! Yesterday was great - apart from 2 large cookies. Not Bens Cookies, just regular, somewhat disappointing cookies. One of them was from the M&S bakery and tasted of soap (it was milk choc chip so no direct link that I could see) which will prevent me trying another but is still several hundred calories I really don't need. And although I'd wanted to cycle I couldn't as I had a meeting off-site first thing. As it was, it was just as well that I didn't as I was stuck in the office until 7.30pm. Today I had 3 scones with cream and jam. And am still here at almost 7pm.
The stress and panic about the absurd volume of work is now added to with stress and panic about my weight, size and what to wear to Naughty R's wedding that isn't a miserable polyester tent. Nice work, Peridot.
And this very intense period will last for all of next week AT LEAST and then I need to learn my new job and that's just stress of a different flavour.
And it's going to rain tomorrow so no cycling then either.