After YEARS of trying to separate my emotions from my eating, I have apparently succeeded. Comfort food no longer comforts me.
Yes, that's right. You heard me. I had creamed spinach soup with bacon for dinner, and I still feel sad. Even half-melted chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream didn't help. Maybe comfort food never did comfort me.
Thankfully, I haven't succeeded in separating my emotions from my sleep cycle. Maybe I'll try a comfort nap. Right after I have some comfort milk-of-magnesia.
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