This morning I am reading in Genesis . . . The verse of Lot's wife looking back and the consequences of that struck me in a new way. What if I would take to heart the idea of looking ahead at the joy set before me of having set into motion new, healthy habits . . . I have tried to start some . . . I have made progress . . . Yet last night, I looked back to food for comfort . . . Three times, I almost caved . . . But each time, I stopped to consider how I would feel the next morning . . . So, I was looking ahead AND looking back longingly . . . My resolve was retreating and weakening as my mind conceded that I didn't care, I wanted comfort in food. I chided myself, "Aimee, what are you doing? Think, Girl, think . . . This will get you nowhere tonight, but regret . . . And tomorrow morning you will be disheartened. Take courage, my dear, straighten up and be a good girl . . . You CAN stay strong!"
. . . So, I crawled into bed on these notes.
This morning . . . I am every so grateful . . . And I think how close I came to giving in, again. If only, I wouldn't have looked back time and time again.
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I need to talk to myself like that more. I am having a dreadful time with comfort food this winter. And i’m Always sorry in the morning. Thanks for this insight.
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