Today has really been a rough day for me so far. I woke up this morning to my oldest cat having a seizure beside me in bed. He is 14 and a senior kitty. We experienced this with my 22 year old cat 6 months before we had to put him down. I was definitely not prepared for this. Of course I spent the morning crying and am worrying about my poor old cat while I am here at work. If this has happened a few months ago I would probably have my face in a carton of ice cream right, drowning my sorrow in calories. But not today.
One of my friends at work stopped by my desk to share some sad personal news. Her son-in-law committed suicide last week. It was a heroin overdose that killed him. He leaves behind a wife and two children age 7 (twins).
His addiction killed him. This guy had been in and out of rehab for five years and couldn't beat his addiction. And being addicted to food is just as tough to beat. After all, a drug user can live without heroin but a person MUST eat to survive. Times got rough for him and he gave into his addiction. The addiction won.
Not with me. I will not drown my sorrows and stresses in food. I will stick to my plan. I will not let food win. Remaining strong and putting my faith in God will carry me through these tough times ahead. Extra "comfort" calories won't help my cat nor will they help me.
I will get through this without caving.