A late weigh in...

So, I am lying in bed with what I assume to be a flu bug, typing this out on my phone. It started with a bad headache yesterday afternoon and morphed into typical flu symptoms by 6pm. I will kindly spare details other than my whole body feels like it has been repeatedly whacked with sledgehammers and large boulders. I weighed in Monday, down to 222.6 lbs. I am actually happy about that, except for the fact that I now get one less weight watchers point to use. Like that matters right now, when I can barely keep tea down, but its the principle of the thing. Though I guess the entire point of losing weight is to also manage food better, it's also slightly bittersweet - frankly, I love food. I know I have mentioned this before, but it is true. Food tastes good. It sends plenty of happy receptors loose in my brain when I eat things that are tasty. It calms me when I am stressed or sad. It brings me great joy to make delicious food and share it. My best stress relief is heading out to a restaurant with a girlfriend and getting a really big appetizer plate and drinks and sitting there talking until everything is gone. Embarrassingly enough, I will admit if I am having a moment of emotional distress, I used to swing by a store, buy a few innocuous items like bread and milk, and also pick up a box of donuts and a bag of cheetos and wolf them down in the parking lot before leaving. I am not sure of my desire to do this, because the only thing I ever really accomplished was a horrible stomachache and crippling feelings of guilt and disgust. Regardless, I have done this more times than I care to count or admit. That is definitely one behavior I have tried hard to change, and mostly succeeded. Lately I haven't craved or really enjoyed eating, so it is much easier to avoid binging. However, I find myself longing for a way to deal with stressors, since I seem to have a predisposition towards anxiety and depression. I am trying to replace my standby of binging with more positive thinking and activities such as exercise or crafting, but it is slow going. For example, I ate half a plate of candies by myself in secret after a series of stressful things occurred this holiday - truck broken down, animals all of the sudden really sick, stepdad in ICU, all over a span of like, 2 days starting Christmas eve. Combined with tons of people over, and me hating the holidays anyway, the fudge and caramel nut stuff seemed a good escape. Granted all it did was make me feel bad about myself once I was done stuffing my face, but there was still something comfortable about the act itself. Anyway, there is some food for thought. Do you have any bad food behaviors triggered by emotional distress? How do you handle it?