The other day I had a little bit of a breakdown. I've been struggling recently with recharging my introvert batteries. I love my wife and daughter more than I could ever say and really like work, but I'm always around people and I'm fried from interacting. I needed time alone and I wasn't getting it and I had a little breakdown.
In these situations I normally eat. I just wanted to eat the crappiest food I could find, and lots of it. Suddenly this change of diet thing that I've been doing a pretty good job with seemed impossible. I couldn't keep going. I was never going to make it to a healthy weight. I was going to struggle for a couple months and throw in the towel.
Claire saw me spiraling and gave me 8 chocolate chips. 8 little chocolate chips. These were the mini chocolate chips too.
It wasn't about the sugar, it was about the recognition and support. Claire saw that I was in pain and helped. I felt loved.
I still need alone time, but I'm doing better than I was. And I didn't eat the whole bag of chocolate chips.