Rainbow Chips Deluxe Cookies are Evil

Random, I know. This will be a random post as well, because it's 0545 and I haven't slept a wink. The day started off reasonably well enough...kids liked their Valentines, I got some editing done, went to get weighed and discovered I'd lost another four pounds. For the past three weeks (well, the past YEAR, really, but only seriously committed the past three weeks) I have been participating in a physician's weight loss program. Basically, I pay a weight loss "specialist", who happens to be an MD, to teach me how to put my body in ketosis, which promotes weight loss. I get a shot in the butt of some fat melting gibberish and an appetite suppressant and make my weekly promise to deprive myself of any and all carbs. The whole thing became a necessity after three years filled with divorce, stress, illness after tonsils being taken out, steroid therapy due to a throat polyp (and I couldn't even sing like Adele if my life depended on it...what gives?), much too much wine and good ol' fashioned laziness. The program works. I mean REALLY works. After two days of initial protein loading and no carbs, you really don't crave carbs anymore. The no wine part kind of stinks, but I'll get over it. I've lost 14 pounds in two weeks. Awesome, right?

Well, then this evening Jdad was trying to reach into his truck to get out the flowers he bought me for Valentine's Day and slipped out of his wheelchair onto the wet pavement. We gathered him back up into his chair and all seemed fine. He did complain of a little pain (which is pretty abnormal since he can feel nothing from the nipple down) but he said it was more like back pain so I didn't worry too much. He got ready for bed and laid down and then asked me if I thought it was weird that his leg would do "this". "This" turned out to be his knee bending at a 90 degree angle TOWARD his thigh. Holy cats. Yes this is weird! His leg was totally misshapen and swollen. We jumped in the van and flew off to the VA where they promptly affirmed my suspicion: a complete fracture of his left femur. Not to be the simple type of guy, he also threw in a hairline fracture of the right femur. Luckily, there didn't appear to be any internal bleeding as there often can be with such a large break. They decided to admit him and have it surgically reduced in the next day or so.
I left feeling quite sorry for myself. As I fed the dogs I saw the bag of Rainbow Chips cookies on the counter. There they were, just innocently beckoning me to give in.
And so I did. I ate four cookies. Don't think I even really tasted much, but I'm sure they were so good.
The aftermath...notsomuch. Ten minutes later I am ready to puke. Seriously ready. I feel like I literally ate 14 lbs. of cookies.
We can solve that problem, though. Diagnosis: emotional eater!