I fell of the wagon today. I lost my "care" and threw it all away. I ate whatever I wanted, as much as I wanted... You know, it really just started around 2pm. What happened?? I have been searching inside myself asking what flipped the switch today.
Yesterday was a hard day. I found out that a sweet young girl's husband left her a month ago. Out of the blue. He spent two tours in Iraq and has been suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. One month ago, my little friend came home to find her husband's things gone. She doesn't know where he is or what he is doing. He has called her twice. He says he still loves her but is afraid he will hurt her.
She told me this at another friend's baby shower. I was bowled over. Numb feeling. It rocked me inside and made me feel sick. Made me want to run home to my husband and feel his arms around me.
Perhaps this sadness swirled around and pushed me over to the food bar. I don't know.
I get Alicia over at her 2009 Weightloss Journey. I get being tired of the fat. I want it to magically disappear, too.
But it won't if I keep eating like I did from 2pm to 10pm today. Humongous SIGH. Did you hear it?
Changes, Remembrance, and Resolutions - "*but those who hope in the Lord* *will renew their strength.* *They will soar on wings like eagles;* *they will run and not grow weary,* *they will walk and...
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