Day eight - Internal strength

I'm a week into this journey, and so far, I'm still alive. Who would have thought I could do it? Certainly not me. I am amazed at how much junk I used to feed my body. As I go through my day, it is amusing to see what foods I crave, or what I'd reach for without even thinking about it. I'm loving the control I'm having over my life, and wondering why I didn't do this much sooner.

Today my adventures with my daughter continued. Her finger will need a skin graft to help it heal. I had to deal with insurance tangles, two plastic surgeons, and one tired little girl today. She was a trooper still, although being told she'd have to wait until Monday to have surgery was hard news to hear. We really wanted things to be fixed today.

Throughout it all, I really did a lot of reflecting on my own journey. I am nowhere as disciplined as I want to be with my eating. But I watch the strength of my daughter as she deals with a very uncomfortable situation. If she can be strong, through obvious pain, so can I. I'll keep fighting my food battles, and in the end, I'll win.