I always thought I was a stress-eater. Typically if I was under pressure, one hand dealt with that source of pressure while the other reached for chocolate.
Apparently not.
Since all this has been happening to us, I've found myself almost without an appetite. When I am hungry I can only eat a little bit before feeling full and slightly nauseous. So I suppose is something good is to come of what I'm going through, it can start with the 9 pounds that I've dropped since it all started.
I'm still not ready to talk much about what's going on. We're dealing with it, but by no means have we come to terms with it. I spend many days in Cleopatra mode, and am working on dealing with it a little bit at a time. That's the only way I've been able to keep from completely losing it in front of everyone.