Minor success will hopefully lead to major

Things don't normally get to me. I have always prided myself on my ability to cope with extreme loads of stress. Maybe it was my service time in the USMC. Maybe it was working under the pressure of unrealistic project due dates. Maybe it was the worry associated with being the sole bread winner to a household of seven. Maybe it was running a restaurant staff of ninety. I'm not quite sure when it happened; but at some point, I became a stress eater. For some, their satisfaction came in the form of a beer or glass of wine at the end of a long day. My saving grace was food: not just a little snack, but a meal. The sad part is I knew what I was doing as I was doing it. I couldn't stop myself then and I blew up into this mess that I am in now.