Junk

I ate soooo much junk these last couple days that's insane. I know I shouldn't and I know it's not good for me. I still do it. Why on earth am I not satisfied with bananas or apples or carrots or anything healthier than the chex mix or trubičky or cheetos? Why?
It's not because I'm stupid because I'm not stupid. At least not in the traditional sense, that I'm getting good grades and I'm fairly intelligent and curious about the world. Well, I'm definitely not a straight A and not a smartass. Is there an other sense of stupidity then? Well, I guess so. I don't have any other way to explain how I have eaten a bag of cheetos, a half bag of onion-flavored chexmix, some trubičky, ice cream, peanut butter block with chocolate, and a rice pudding this week. And I've been working out only three times. 
Where am I heading with all this, seemingly useless bitching about junk food and eating too much and getting obsessive with my weight again? Exactly there. To get you annoyed with it. Because it might not be junk food or the extra pounds you are gaining that upsets or obsesses you, there might be something else that you are complaining about like for ever, from the beginnings of the times and still not getting anywhere. And I'm just gonna tell you from my personal experience, and repeat it to myself until I learn the lesson, that it does not lead anywhere because it has no end, no meaning, no purpose. It just takes your energy, it makes you feel miserable, and draws your attention to a small little thing that is only a small speck of dust in the whole picture.
My weight defines me only if I let it to do so. And you can substitute any worries instead of "weight". And stop eating junk food!!!