Bagel Therapy

Feeling somewhat better. At least certain jerks are apologetic about their jerkiness.

On a side note, I'm a little disturbed that I used our fight as an excuse to help myself to a bagel this morning. Not just half of one, either, but the whole, oversized thing, with full-fat cream cheese to boot. It was nummilicious, but, barring standing permission to eat as much cheese as I want during certain times of the month, I thought I had pretty well kicked my whole emotional eating habit.

Of course, I am at work, where I can't exatly turn to my knitting for comfort, or my dog, or my mom. And it's still way too early to head out and hit the gym. The bagels are the only ones who are here for me right now.