We are sitting in our vacation condo drinking coffee on our final morning of our vacation...
It has been eight glorious days of rest and relaxation, and I suppose I'm ready to go home to my regular routine.
But...I know my eating has to be reined in, and, being a food addict, that makes me sad.
I'm willing to rein it it, but I know it's hard. REALLY hard sometimes.
But I'm willing...and that is the first step.
So on the drive home I'll open my laptop and plan my meals for the week. Then when we get home I'll go shopping and get my meals cooked for the week. And it will feel good.
But for the next 10 minutes, I'm just going to sit here and allow myself to be sad.