So Here We Are

I just ate an entire box of Tiny Teddy Cookies. Ok, whats the point in lying...I had TWO boxes of Tiny Teddy Cookies. One chocolate flavour and one honey flavour. The first box went down really well. I had a nice mug of fresh coffee and was productively sending out work emails. When it was finished I felt satisfied and sated. But no, the other box was looking at me like the runt puppy in the box that is just praying to be picked up. So I did. And I ate them in bed whilst watching Ellen interview Miley Cyris. This did not make me feel satisfied and sated but rather disappointed in myself and somewhat queezy.

Why can I not understand that putting these things in my mouth are making me unhappy? I hate cliches but I have become one. I am an emotional eater.