That's all it took. 1 Chocolate Chip muffin. I gave in to what I used to call "anger eating" which is now just "stress eating". I wasn't hungry. At all. I was--and still am--super anxious/stress/depressed and I was about to totally lose it, went into the kitchen of work for some water and there were muffins. 1 Chocolate Chip muffin reaffirms that I really do suck! Looking down at my hands today they look so fat--which made me cry and want to eat. But I didn't. Until now. It's stupid how, for the time I'm eating it, I can feel good--how the hell can 1 Chocolate Chip muffin make me feel like life is going to be ok, then 5 minutes later like I'm such a loser?? I didn't need to eat it, didn't want to eat it. I ate it.