What I wanted to tell you last night is how appreciative I am of having that wonderful food waiting for me when I get home.
Dinner has always been my biggest struggle. Although I love to cook, I had a bad habit of feeling like I deserve a "treat" or whatever I want for dinner
at the end of a hard day's work. I would console and comfort myself with a big fatty meal then feel worse and would tell myself I wouldn't do it again
tomorrow. I've been caught in that cycle for years.
When I got home last night and simply heated up an incredible meal, I sat at the table and cried while I ate it. I was so grateful to
have a meal prepared for me with thought and concern for my health. I finally realized that I'm worth all the effort it takes to have good health. I
finally felt hope.