bad habits

When I'm under great amounts of stress, I develop a lot of bad habits, and poor eating is definitely one of them. The other day when I had Lunchables for dinner (actual dinner), I realized that I am an adult, and I should probably eat like one. So the other day I marched myself up to the Trader Joe's, walked right past the Australian licorice and chocolate covered [insert equally delicious food here] and bought myself some actual ingredients to make actual food. I did all right for a day, but after copious amounts of Tootsie Rolls at work today, I came home and sat on the couch (I've been trying to eat more at the table, but obviously failed in that aspect as well) and just ate chips and salsa. No, probably not whole grain tortilla chips, and the salsa doesn't have chunks of fresh vegetables. But you know what? It was fucking delicious. And then I watched more Party Down and now my language has gone to fucking hell. Oh well, so much for ridding myself of all my imperfections.