I’ve been stress eating so badly recently that I hired someone to give me advice about my stress eating.
“So you have a problem with stress eating, do you?” she asked.
“I do,” I said.
“What does that look like?”
I was taken aback. I wondered if this might have been a terrible waste of money and time. “Uh…I eat too much. Like, when I’m stressed.”
She took a couple of notes. “Uh huh, uh huh. Okay, so tell me, what other outlets do you have to help when you’re stressed?”
I opened my mouth, then shut it again. “I, uh.” I realized I couldn’t think of any. “Okay, touché! You got me. I don’t have any other stress outlets.”
I suddenly feel like this might have been worth my money. It turns out I was able to get kicked off with some common sense, but common sense can be worth paying for.