A Few Quick Things

It's late and I promised my wife I'd shower since I'm super gross from a pretty spectacular workout, so I'll make this a short post.

I had an awesome workout at the gym tonight.  According to the machines, I burned somewhere around 500 calories.  I wore a stocking cap and my usual sweatshirt.  I would have gone longer, but about 25 minutes into my treadmill workout, I leaned forward to prop myself up on the control panel (I was really worn out).  In the process, I hit the big, red emergency shutoff switch.  I don't know why I didn't anticipate that considering I've done it once or twice before.  I contemplated getting back on, but, as the kids say these days, eff that noise.  I was done.  I still accomplished one heck of a lot tonight.

I've been having a very hard time controlling my intake since I got back to Minneapolis.  I think part of it is I'm still eating emotionally.  Pockets of grief keep coming to the surface and I'm sure there's a lot more going on in my subconscious than I realize.  I'm also trying to recover from all the overeating I did this last week.  I'm just hungry all the time and need to work past that again.  Lastly, I inherited some food that shouldn't be in my fridge, in particular, a bag of 4-dozen ready to bake chunks of cookie dough.  I didn't count how many I ate today; let's just say they weren't canceled out by my gym visit tonight. 

Whatever the reason for my overeating, it needs to stop.  Anyone have any experience with emotional eating and grief?