My stress level went really high yesterday. My daughter (4 years old) had her appointment with her neurologist yesterday. She suffers from Myasthemia Gravis. Let's skip the medical terms and just say that her eyes droop when she is not on medications. I waited two hours just to hear the Dr. say that she is doing great, and thinks that we should reduce the dosage of her medication (Mestinon) from 4 times a day to 3 times a day, because she does not want to overdose her. On top of that, this week is parent teacher conference week in Cobb County, Ga.
I got really hungry around lunch time. Between 11:00 Am and 2:00 PM, that's when my metabolism is really high. I told my husband that I needed something really strong. He thought hat I was talking about some alcoholic beverage, or something. I needed a heavy lunch before meeting my son's teacher. My husband and I both knew what to expect from that meeting. We even enacted it. In my head I kept thinking one thing: Miss Beimfohr will tell us that Alexander is extremely smart, but he is always all over the place. He does not follow directions. So we stopped by McDonalds before meeting with Ms. Beimfohr. No lie, I only got one cheeseburger. No fries, nor a diet coke to wash it off, which reminded me of a #2 in New York. I ate the burger before the conference. It was the best burger that I have ever had for $1.05.
We finally got into miss Beimfohr's class, where she was waiting for us. She told us exactly what we already knew she was going to say, " Alexander is reading at a second grade level. His math and writing are excellent, but I think we should keep him in first grade because his maturity level is not high enough." She kept referring to the behavioral side of the report card. She was frustrated, and I could understand why. Alexander is GREAT, but his lack of self-control is hindering his academical skills. By the time she was done talking, I was like thank God for cheeseburgers. I didn't know of any other way to get ready for that meeting mentally than by eating one of my favorite comfort foods.
I know emotional eating is not a good thing, especially when you are on a diet; but if that's what you have to do to get through a rough day, just do it. My philosophy is as long as you are aware of what you are doing, and know how to bounce back from that, it will not hurt you in any way. I was on my breaking point by the time I got to Acworth from Atlanta, which was a 35-minute drive; but having a full stomach really reduced my stress level from 10 to 1.
Sorry for boring you with my long post. How do you deal with stress?