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Pass the Chocolate, Please. Lynn Chantale #MFRWauthor

Pass the Chocolate, Please. #LynnChantale #MFRWauthor

Pass the Chocolate, Please. Lynn Chantale #MFRWauthor Pass the bag of Nestle Crunch and those Famous Amos cookies please. Or maybe a pint of Ben& Jerry’s Everything but the . . . ice cream and a dozen of mini cupcakes. These are my go-to’s when I stress eat. 

 

Why? It’s vert simple, the sugar rush makes me feel better. However, I know this isn’t good for me. (even though it tastes really good) 

 

As a way to combat my stress eating, I exercise 4-5 times a week, up to 3 hours each time. As I am a snacker or grazer during the day, I switched to heather items like almonds, carrots, bananas, apples celery, grapes, plums and occasionally popcorn. I could’ve just said healthier snacks, but what’s the fun in that? 

 

One of my stressors is life changes. Anything that is going to provoke an intense emotional response, like moving, family reunions, or natural disasters will send me to the store for comfort food.

 

Breathe. A better way to handle life’s little changes is breathing. Deep breathing for 60 seconds reminds the body that you’re alive and in control. For one minute all you have to do is breathe.

 

Knitting. Not only is this soothing, but it keeps my hands busy. You can’t eat if your hands are full. lol. Besides, it’s something productive and I’ve made plenty of scarves, hats, and blankets for loved ones.

 

Water. Yes, good ol’ fashioned H2O. Often dehydration can be the culprit of stress. Not sure if you’re drinking enough, try drinking half your body weight in ounces and see if you feel better.

 

Exercise. This one is huge for me. Not only has this helped reduce my stress level, but it boosts my mood. And as I’ve gotten serious about shedding the extra pounds my energy level is up and my self-image is through the roof. I’m sexy and I know it

 

Baking. I know this one may seem counterproductive, especially as a way to not stress eat, but I love to bake. Often i do it just because it’s so relaxing. Where else can you pummel dough and still have something good to show for it?

 

I’ve given you a few tried and sure methods which work for me. What are some of your go-to’s to avoid stress eating? 

 

“Indulge In Your Inner Romantic”

 

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The difference between hoarding and collecting are three things I collect on a regular basis; socks, ink pens, and hotel keycards.  The pens get left or lost with the same frequency with which they are purchased. Same goes for the socks. Although I think the washer eats those most of the time. As for the keycards, they’re in a box. Not a very big box, but in a box with other mementos. So at what point could or would be considered hoarding?

 

If every available surface of my home contained a sock, pen, or keycard and I maintained an irrational attachment to the items.

 

One definition of hoarding, according to the Mayo Clinic, – is a persistent difficulty in discarding or parting with possessions because of a perceived need to save them  A person with hoarding disorder will experience actual stress when faced with throwing away any items, regardless of value.

 

Shows like ‘Hoarders’ and ‘Who Wants a Clean HOuse’ helped to bring this psychological disorder to light. I’m sure you know someone who claims tire “collection” of soda pop bottle caps and bent paper clips are the most valuable thing ever and have a meltdown when you clean up, or even mention throwing away their trash.

 

Collecting on the other hand, is done with the purpose of enjoyment, bragging rights, or profit.  Coins, stamps, baseball cards, and paintings come to mind when collection is mentioned. Many times the owner of those items look to trade, or sell these valuable items, but do not maintain more than a cursory attachment to the items.

 

Getting rid of an old sock, a busted pen, or a tattered keycard will not send me into a n anxiety attack. Now if you touch my stash of chocolate…well that’s a different story.

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Cassie's Birthday Wish by Lynn Chantale

“That is not a mouse.” #MFRWhooks

Cassie's Birthday Wish by Lynn Chantale

 

Cassie loves Cole and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Seth, the ranch manager.

 

Cole has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Seth be too much?  

Excerpt 

She shoved against his chest. “That is not a mouse.”

 

Seth squeezed by the couple and Cassie admired his naked torso. “In her defense, Cole, it’s a big, nasty rat.”
 
From her perch on the desk and behind Cole, Cassie peered above Cole’s head in time to see Seth bend to scoop the dead animal in a plastic bag. The gray and white tiger stripe Cassie kept as a pet, swiped at Seth’s gloved hand.
 
Seth took it all in stride, even battling with the cat a few moments over its prize. “Sorry Ripper, but you can’t keep bringing your treasures for our Cassie to praise you over. She’s squeamish about such things.”
 
With Cole’s help, Cassie hopped off the desk. Seth’s teasing pricked her feminine pride. “I’m not squeamish, I just don’t like dead rodents.”
 
Seth shoved the open bag toward her. The dying rat moved on its own volition. She squealed, then ducked under Cole’s arm to escape.
 
“It’s still alive!” she said with a shriek.
 
Cole grasped her wrist and pushed her behind him. “Barely, Cassie girl.”
 
“I can let Ripper finish him off, if you like?” Seth offered, with a husky laugh.
 
“C’mon Seth. You’ve had your fun,” Cole said.
 
“Take that filthy thing outta here. And wash your hands twice before you come back in.”
 
Seth laughed. “Honey, I’m wearing gloves.”
 
“Then burn them.”
 
His robust laughter floated through the office as he carried the rodent to the trash heap. The cat meowed its protest, then rubbed against Cassie’s legs. She untangled from Cole, intending to give the animal a consolation treat.
 
Cole retained his grip. She faced him, expectantly.
 
“Some days I wonder what you see in him,” Cole said.
 
Cassie shook her head. This wasn’t the first Cole said that. Sometimes it was tinged with jealousy other times, like now, it held a note of pure curiosity. “He brings me the same pleasure and fulfillment in life that you do.”
 
And that was the truth. She always had the capacity to love, and Cole was her first love, but the need was sated when Seth entered both of their lives. She couldn’t imagine living without either of them.

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