I'll know I've hit bottom when I eat an entire pint of ice cream

Which could be tomorrow. I have been eating everything in sight lately.

I am an anxiety eater. But I'm on vacation. What could I possibly be anxious about?

After thinking about it, I realized: Work looms.

I like my firm. I think the job will be good. I enjoyed the work I did last summer.

But it's been a while since I had a career, and I've never had a career that I much cared about. I've never had to think about my future at a job before -- I never had real ambitions, so I just did whatever I felt like and didn't worry about getting anywhere. It's been a long time since I had to impress anyone, or even meet anyone's expectations.

Add that to the kid-related anxiety -- I'll go from spending most of his waking hours with him to making an effort to see him every day -- and the result is ice cream lunch.

I can tell myself it's not a big deal, and intellectually I don't feel like any of this is a real problem, and it's pointless to worry, but meanwhile I'm about to stop fitting into my jeans.

At least suits are more forgiving. I found this great blog post about building a work wardrobe. I'm going to be shopping over the next few weeks to supplement my current two suits -- any advice is welcome.