at what point is my relationship with food something that I need to seek professional help for?

Today I decided I would NOT overeat/binge eat. I decided to start a journal here at home (not quite ready for the world to read it). I also decided that the best way to keep track may be to plan my meals and snacks for the day. Then I would not be grazing in the kitchen to find what I wanted, instead I would have a plan and something to look forward to.

Well, I planned on salad with low-fat ham, a slice of low-fat,high fiber bread, and as a treat a slice of colby-jack cheese for lunch. Not a bad lunch. Pretty good so far, right?

Then, lunch time rolled around and I happily made my salad and opened the deli drawer for my cheese. *Gasp* somebody (hubby? kid?) left the bag un-zipped and my cheese was hard as a rock. There was no salvaging as much as a nibble. Guess what? I cried! Seriously, I cried about a stupid piece of cheese. I was so looking forward to that thing, and I cried. Then, I pouted as I put some shredded cheese on my salad. I also did not feel satisfied after lunch (even though I was full).

Looking back, I suppose it could have been divine intervention saving me from the fat content in the cheese, but really crying?

Has anyone else ever felt that way?