Today was a success but it sucked

Detox did not start yesterday. And that's on me. I did not shop or prep Saturday evening so it was far too easy to blow off Sunday as well. I did, however, shop and prep on Sunday. A full week's worth of meals are sitting in my refridgerator just waiting to be put together or warmed up. And it did help today. I woke up early. I worked out on schedule. I ate all of my meals on time and as planned. I drank plenty of water. I had a productive day at work. And I've been anxious/depressed all fucking day. I want nothing more than to eat my feelings. I'm brutally aware it won't help. A large part of me doesn't even want to. Nausea's a shryke; a good deterant. I'm sad and I'm tired and I'm hopeless. This was going to be a journal to make up for the last few days but I just don't have it in me. Maybe tomorrow.