Fat, oh did I mention fat?

Okay, I haven't gained any weight, but I haven't lost any either. Mexico has helped my self- absorbed depression. The problem is I eat when I enter my house after work. The Mr. and the teenager are always at each other and it is so bizzare that I feel responsible for their behavior and why they are not relating well to each other. I take it on and my oldest's issues as well. I need to stop it. I stuff it, try to blame myself, enjoy the victimization of it, eat it, punish myself with food, and get fatter. The good news is that I walked with my crazy friend Helen today. We'll see how that goes. I have a terrible head cold, so breathing was optional. Hopefully, walking with Helen, who routinely tries to walk my legs off, will be better tomorrow.