candy bars are Satan's main course

I have so much on my mind lately. How Halloween, despite being my favorite holiday, is evil for those of us with trick or treaters in the house when we are trying to loose weight(and those of us who have coworkers who bring in left over candy to the office). How, even though my birthday isn't until next tuesday, I have been eating like it's my birthday. How I am currently terrified of the scale. How I feel like I have been slacking on my activity. How I feel like this journey currently seems like it's impossible. How I'm going to gain all 97 lbs back this week. How I am annoyed and frustrated and angry that I could be so very close to triple didgets in weight loss, and then I have to sabatoge myself becuase I have a severe lack of self control. Yes, I could talk for pages on all of these and more, but this post isn't about all that.
This is about a tiny yet huge positive thing that happened o me today. I had a very very bad morning here at work. I got yelled at by my boss (and I never get yelled at by her). It shook me up bad enough that I was in tears. The important thing about all this is how I dealt with it in the end. I could have gone to the vending machine or even to any number of coworkers desks and scarfed down candy bar after candy bar. But I didn't. I didn't even want any of that. Part of my job is physical, and that part I tend to spread out over the course of the day or two or three days. But today I wanted to work off all that anger and upsettedness, so I compacted all that into a couple hours of hard physical work and I felt better afterwards. If I had the time an dthe clothes, I probably even would have gone for a run to work it off. I am really proud of myself for not turning to food as a crux for my emotion, instead turning that anger and frustration into something much more healthy and fulfilling.