Yesterday at work I experienced a scene with a person (not a co-worker or friend) who went from 0 to 25 on the anger scale in the space of three heartbeats. I tried to diffuse it, did my best to work with this person, but the bottom line was that I could not give him the one thing that he wanted and nothing else mattered to him. He was completely unable to see reason.
I’m a fairly tough cookie when needed. I’ve had people yell at me and attempt to bully and intimidate me and it doesn’t work. I have my coping strategies firmly in place. (This wasn’t the case 20 some years ago, but I’ve learned since then.) For whatever reason, maybe it was the lightning fast reaction of his, this situation really got to me.
It affected me all day. I could feel it in my clenched gut and the constant ache behind my eyes. Driving home with a friend, we talked about it and I mentioned that I’d love nothing more than to dive into a half of a pound of chocolate walnut fudge. My friend wisely reminded me that doing so would mean letting the guy and the situation win.
I’m trying to hold onto the concept of not letting my disease win. (I didn’t dive into a vat of fudge last night, but did indulge in some cookies, unfortunately.) I think it will do me good for the time being to think of my disease as an opponent battling me for my health and envision myself as a warrior. I like that kind of self-empowerment.
So, for today, I am waging war against my disease, against the compulsion to eat inappropriately. I will not let my disease win.
Weighty Matters 
Recovery is not about never having a slip up, it’s about taking one day at a time, one win at a time, abstaining throughout one emotion at a time. Good luck!
Good for you for fighting the good fight (with the disease) and not letting the jerkwad win. Sometimes people are really just spoiling for a fight and you just happen to be in front of them when they let loose. I’m sorry you had to be the target of his anger. I hope you are feeling better today.