Wednesday, October 23, 2013
It has been confirmed. I'm an emotional eater.
First of all, I have done costumes for a show before and I know that people are sensitive about their size. I always try my best to find clothes that fit the character and will make the person feel good. That can't always happen, and I'm sorry to anyone that I had to put into a sack dress. Also I've been there A LOT. Secondly, the costumer is doing an AMAZING job clothing 30+ people in many different outfits. Also to conclude, she and the other lady have to make lots of different shapes from super skinny to curvy look exactly the same and sexy. Basically, upon reflection I realize that it wasn't about me, instead it was her thinking out loud and it was just the final irritation that threw me over the edge.
We got out of rehearsal for The Producers at 9:30 and both Mike and I had had a frustrating day, so instead of going home, we went to IHOP. Instead of just being comforted with the hot chocolate, I got chocolate chip pancakes AND mac and cheese. Instead of just eating half of everything like I planned, I ate it all and wanted more. I had been doing so well and then I let my emotions get the best of me and I felt like I had blown it. I did feel better, but it probably had more to do with the venting than with the food.
The moral of the story is don't beat yourself up about caving in, just don't run to the Haagen-Daas each time you're upset. (Might take up kick-boxing to deal with that ;))