It was 5pm on a Wednesday. The other shoppers looked on as she flew down the aisles, arms full of ice cream and candy, headed for the check-out. She was on a mission and no one would get in her way. As she stashed her goodies in her trunk and slid into her car, a little voice in the back of her mind said, "Don't do it! Don't do it!" But she ignored it and zoomed toward home, one goal in mind, the only thing that would do after a day like today, there was nothing for it.
She darted into the house, taking care not to look at the training calendar on the fridge, and dug into her shopping bags. In seconds she had a spoon and was on the couch with a tub of (shriek!) ice cream. After months without a major junk food binge, she was caught in a moment of weakness, stress eating to calm the nerves. Sometimes we just need a fix to get us through. Don't judge her too harshly, she's still a runner at heart!
Whew, I feel better now...er...I mean, I'm sure the crazy ice cream lady (whoever she is) feels better :)