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I usually react to moderate stress like a scared cat(*) - find somewhere nice and safe to hide and lash out at anyone who gets too close. I used to comfort eat, but the tablets I'm on for depression have almost killed my appetite and killed my desire to comfort eat, which is a good thing, really.
If I'm mildy stressed I try and distract myself reading, walking, flitting from one activity to another, slam things, swear, that sort of thing.
(*My own cats never used to do the lashing out bit, though. Instead they'd do their utmost best to pull me into their safe place with them)
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