Hello, my name is Molly and I'm a Stress Eater

Yep, that's me a bona fide, certifiable STRESS EATER. In the 2 weeks since my grandfather was told his lungs were not fixable, I gained 10 pounds. Yep, you read that right, TEN! Case in point. We were leaving the nursing home after my grandfather passed, and as I am walking down the hall, what am I doing? Eating M&Ms. Plus, when you are sitting in a nursing home for 12 hours a day with your family, by the bedside of someone you love whom you know is dying, how do you cope with the stress? Well me, I eat. We all ate. And we didn't eat good stuff, we ate candy, donuts, chips, burgers, lots of "convenience store food". And then after we left the nursing home, we ate some more because of the generous people who brought so much wonderfully AWESOME food to my grandma's house. Today I braved the scale and paid the price with 10 whopping pounds, oy. My husband says I need to find a better hobby, I agree. Or at least a better way to cope...