So until now, I forgot how satisfying it is to just be purely satisfied. I never truely realized how miserable it felt to be stuffed so full that if you tipped on your side you could roll down the street like a basketball. But that was me, everyday, every meal. I would eat and eat and eat until I felt like I could pop. Then I would go sit on the couch because it was too uncomfortable to move around. When it gets to the point where you can no longer 'suck in your tummy' and you have to just let it all hang out for the world to see, it pure embarassment. I am happy and truley proud to say that I haven't felt that full and bloated since Sunday. Now I know that 3 days doesn't seem like much but it is, it really is. It's a start and it's proof that I can do this, one step at a time. And heres a little something my co-worker shared with me reminding me that no matter what, to never ever take anything for granted.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord , that I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.
Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.
Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.
Thank you, Lord, for life.