Pity party

There are days, more than I'd like to admit, where I have a little private pity party.  I want to sit and eat a whole bag of potato chips with plenty of French onion dip.  Then add to it some chocolate, maybe made into the form of cookies, though it's always fun to eat handfuls of chocolate chips.  I had a mini-binge earlier today - some chocolate chips from the baking cabinet.  Did I honestly need a whole handful or would a few satisfied the chocolate craving?  "Moderation not deprivation," a dietitian once told me.  I don't want to test my blood sugar.  I don't want to exercise.  And of course, as you can tell, I don't want to watch my carbs.  I want to be a bratty little child!

However, I look at my children and know that I need to take care of their mommy if their mommy is going to take care of them.  I look at my loving husband and know that to love and honor him I must first love and honor myself.  I look at my loving Lord and know that I cannot treat my neighbor with kindness if I am not kind to myself.

So today I will take care of myself, love and honor myself, and be kind to myself... with God's help!